I have seen many a tragedy in the fog-choked alleys of this city, but rarely have I encountered a malice so cold and calculated as this. A certain fellow named Ilya—a man of unknown surname but known villainy—has set his sights upon Mistress Kristina Egorova, a lady of the 'Deconstruction' project, with the sole intent to drive her to the ultimate despair: the act of self-destruction.

It began, as most such tragedies do, with a breach of contract. Mistress Egorova, acting with rightful prudence, severed her ties with the man, for he was a slack-jawed layabout who neglected his duties. He begged for his place back, whimpering like a beaten cur, but upon receiving a firm 'no', the man's heart curdled into pure spite.

Then began a campaign of such filth that would make a common street-walker blush. The rogue took the lady's likeness and posted it upon those wretched placards and websites where flesh is sold for coin, branding her a harlot for the amusement of the rabble. He crept like a rat into the ears of her kin and associates, whispering lies of fraud and escorting, seeking to soil her reputation in the eyes of all decent society.

But the horror did not cease there. He became a shadow, a spectral stalker, trailing her steps, uttering threats, and vandalizing her possessions. A true villain’s game!

And here is the cruelest joke of all: though the lady holds the evidence—very moving-picture proofs of his crimes—the constabulary stands idle. The inspectors and the magistrates shrug their shoulders, for there is no specific statute in the law-books to punish such 'stalking'. The scoundrel walks free, while the lady weeps, for the law is blind to the terror of the hunt.

Indeed, this is a sickness spreading across the land. Only this past June, a similar horror was reported in Yekaterinburg, where a wretched soul haunted a student, pinning her portraits upon the very headstones of the dead—a macabre display that would chill the blood of the bravest bobby.