Just Blame Me

24

Lisa stopped in her steps.

That man was still wearing a black coat and white sneakers. Under his eyes, there were very obvious dark circles.

Lisa stood still for several seconds before turning and walking in the opposite direction. And, as expected, the man under the tree followed her.

The sky was still lit and she was on a large and busy street, so Lisa felt that he wouldn't dare act recklessly. With her injured leg, she slowly walked forward.

There was a local police station not too far away. She really wanted to see if this person would follow her all the way there.

After making a turn at the corner, Lisa could see the sign for the police station. She usually passed by the place without much care, but right now, that dark blue sign really calmed her down quite a bit.

The man followed her up to the intersection before stopping. Lisa didn't dare to turn around and just quickly hurried into the police station.

The officer at the entrance stopped her and asked her reason for coming. After explaining her situation, the officer brought her inside.

Inside, there were several officers working. When they heard she wanted to file a report, they had her take a seat.

"What would you like to report?" the officer across from her asked.
Lisa answered, "There's a stranger following me. It's already been three days. Every day, when I get off work and head home, he's standing near the entrance of my apartment compound. Then he follows me all the way to my building."

"He's just following you? Did he do anything do you?"

"No, but this is already really quite frightening. He was even following me just now."

The officer looked at her and said, "If that's all there is, we can't file a report."

Lisa frowned. "Then what does it take to file a report? Should I wait until he does something more to me?"

"Miss, please don't be upset. I understand your feelings, but we also have to follow the rules and regulations."

Lisa slightly pursed her lips. In a slightly calmer tone, she said, "Then what should I do now? Just let him keep following me? I don't even dare to go back home right now."

The officer responded, "Currently, in these types of situations, we can only increase the patrols in the area. If we see the man you're talking about, we'll be sure to warn and inform him."

Hearing these words, Lisa felt slightly discouraged. The officer across from her examined her for a moment, and then suddenly said, "You're a celebrity, right? Named Lisa, I believe?"

"...Yes." Lisa wasn't sure how to feel. Who'd have thought that there'd be a day when the police recognized her?

"If that's the case, could the person following you be a paparazzi?"
Lisa shook her head. She'd considered the possibility previously, but this person didn't carry any camera equipment, and he never tried to hide his presence as he waited for her. No matter how she thought about it, he couldn't be a paparazzi.

She explained her thoughts to the officer, who asked again, "Then do you think they might be an extreme fan?"

Lisa didn't really know about that. She'd debuted awhile ago, but she'd never met an extreme fan before.

"I don't think so though. If they were a fan, they should be very excited when they see me. They might ask for an autograph or a photo or something. But this person hasn't said a single word to me. He just follows me and gives a creepy laugh." Lisa recalled that 'haha' and she could feel her hair stand on end.