Lexie was trying to stretch one day because of overeating, she left her friends inside the restaurant who wants to become gluttons incarnate. She happily sniffs the air when someone bumps into her.

"Sorry, I'm on a daze."  She apologized thinking, it's her fault for being in a daze.

"No, it's my fault. I'm not looking, are you okay?" She nodded her head and when she looked up, it was 'that guy!'. 

Ba-dump, ba-dump, skip, ba-dump. The drumming of her heart is overwhelming that it competes with his voice.

"Oh, I'm just stretching." Why did she even say that? 

"That's good! see you around then." 

He gave her a salute and winks. He is so charming that Lexie's knees went weak. She wanted to talk to him longer but he's gone, she wanted to run after him but he's nowhere to be found. He is like that icecream peddler who went by so fast that she missed her chance to call and buy her favorite flavor. Disappointed Lexie wanted to cry. She has no idea that he did it deliberately.


He knows her name, even her mother's family tree. He counted how many underwear she got and what color are they. He also knows what time she poops and for how many times in a day. He is familiar with her daily routine that he knows she picks her nose when she goes out of bed. Her favorite dish is tuna soup, she loves to draw and paint. He also has her lost socks, exam results, hair ties, and some items that she owned. He got all kinds of her picture, smiling Lexie, pouting, crossed eyed, fat, cute, ugly, bad hair day and the picture of her wearing a red dress and red lipstick. There's a whole room of her memorabilia. In his mind, she is already his.

He is Sweet but a Psycho

The Metro Northern Police is now searching high and low and it's more than twenty-four hours. But no one knew that Lexie is on the outskirts of Northern Metro police in an old mansion. 


Brenda and her lover are now inside the interrogation room. Albert is one hell of a psychopath, she can't believe she put herself into this situation just to catch his attention, and she truly regretted it from the depths of her soul. Instead of giving her a chance to get closer, she is bound in this smelly room full of the intimidating police officer. 


Albert showed her a picture. It's a grave it has two tombstones and a large lot dug by a crane, it's as big as an Olympic size swimming pool. 


"Do you know what this is?" He asked while pulling her hair. Brenda didn't answer. 


"This is mine and hers, and that will be yours if I can't see her in less than twenty-four hours." He said putting more pressure on her hair. Why can't this asshole buy her alibi? 


Missing