Clarisse's stalker is....

Slowly, Clarisse flickered her eyes open to the white ceiling and the beautiful round chandelier. Her eyes dance across the strange room, occupied with few but yet beautiful furniture. The wall had no portrait, the desk was empty, and the wardrobe looked like it had never been opened. The room was uncomfortably quiet and empty even though it was bright and simple.

She could hear the indistinct sound of the chirping birds, the gentle rustles of the leaves, and the ...