For weeks now you’ve been acutely aware of being followed. You’ve returned home from work only to find an intoxicatingly feminine scent lingering in your bedroom, on your pillows and sheets, the only sign of her frequent intrusion. She’s stolen nothing of significant value, just a few personal items she thought you’d never miss. So far, she hasn’t been able to find a way into your special room. The reinforced door had been a dangling carrot, spiking her curiosity for weeks. Now you’ve laid the perfect trap, so you can finally get a glimpse of your sweet smelling stalker. Her trespasses will be met with dark consequences. After all, she’s the intruder.