About

One day, at nineteen, with the college entrance exam just around the corner, a stalker showed up at my front door. He tried to force the lock with a wire hanger, as if determined to end things right then and there. The terror of that day was too foul to describe. I called the police with trembling hands, and thankfully, they arrived shortly after. However, the answer I received was that punishment would be difficult because there was no visible physical damage. With no parents or relatives to rely on, I was left to shiver in fear all alone. That was when a certain police officer handed me his contact information, telling me to call him anytime if something happened or if I felt anxious and scared. That was the beginning of our story.