I am safe here, in my cottage in the woods where no one knows me or my real name. Here all is peaceful and calm and the real world can't hurt me - because I know how cruel it can be. But then I see her again and her pale, white face. Watching me. Taunting me. And then the notes appear. I know who you really are... I know what you did... My mind in a whirl I don't know what to do. Now the walls of my cottage feel like a prison. The peaceful woods around me feel like a maze that will trap me forever. Who is this woman? And what does she want? Does she know what happened during that boiling hot summer of 1976 when I made my terrible mistake. And if so, how? So many questions paralysing me with fear. One thing I do know. She must be stopped.
