In My Arms

So you weren't crazy. You really have a stalker.But you were insane enough to fall in his clutches, and once the blissful daze has dropped with his mask, you've done the only reasonable thing: You've run away.

Can you really escape him, though?

Two weeks later, and you're still mad. Mad at him for using you like this. Mad at yourself for wanting him to do it again.

So when you find him standing in your living room, it's either your one chance to put an end to all of this or fall deeper into insanity, into his arms...