A HARD HIT.

The bag of food she was holding dropped from her nerveless fingers. The doors to the elevator opened widely again and she had the full view of the person. So this was her stalker? The person's face was covered in a mask and was wearing a black hoodie that hid their face and hair, a black trousers, even though the person covered the whole body, she could still tell from the body build that it was a man.

Megan's heart raced as she realized the gravity of her situation. A chill ran down her spine, and her palms grew clammy with a cold sweat. She tried to remain calm, but the adrenaline coursing through her body made it terribly difficult.

"Who are you?" She asked with a shaky voice the person was using his body to block the elevator door making it impossible for her to leave and for the doors to close. She wanted to distract the person and buy time so she could alert the police through her wristwatch without letting the person take notice.

The person ignored her question, leaned forward