Melody.

You tap your fingers patiently on the metallic table while taking another sip of your Coke.

Seated right in the middle of the ECL cafeteria, your eyes watch the entrance like a hawk for faces both familiar and unfamiliar, male and female.

And out of the mismash of humanity ...comes your first big lead.

Shuffling in nervously with her cute facial features shrouded in a black cap, Melody brushes past the various sexfighters lining up for the week’s featured entrees and makes a B-line towards your table.

You couldn’t help but let out a bemused smirk as your brunette friend approaches looking like a police informant about to spill the beans on an international **** syndicate to her undercover handler.

But, given the subject matter that’s about to be discussed, perhaps that’s warranted.

“Jeez, you couldn’t have picked a more discreet spot to talk?” she complains upon sitting down opposite you, averting eye contact with the other sexfighters.

“Relax, this is a stalker we’re talking about here. Not some assassin from a James Bond movie,” you assure her, your words doing little to dissuade her visibly anxious behavior.

“Yeah well, I certainly don’t want to end up on her hit list or whatever for talking with you,” she confesses to you, her eyes darting from table to table in obvious paranoia.

“Well, you helping me now ensures that she won’t be doing this to anyone else once i figure out who’s behind the mask,” you point out, to which she reluctantly nods in understanding.

“After one of my matches last week, the one where that guy basically made me his own personal cum fountain, I obviously had to get a shower to get cleaned up once I got backstage. Unfortunately, my locker room was a few hallways away and I was still naked…” she starts to explain.

“Okay,” you prompt her, unable to resist picturing a very naked Melody scampering down the hall before her next words jolt you back to reality.

“... so, once I got out of the community shower stalls, I asked this girl next to me if I could borrow her towel. She had a spare, thankfully, so she gave it to me. Well, as soon as I got out, I couldn’t help but notice something small and black on the floor next to her.”

“A mask,” you deduce out loud.

“Yeah, and not just that. I saw she had some black clothes too. Maybe some boots,” Melody tells you, before a spark of realization lights up her eyes, “Oh! And just before the curtains closed, I just remembered… she had blonde hair!”

Bingo!

“Blonde hair, are you positive?”

“Yep!” Nodding at you cheerfully, she finishes, “That was about it. I couldn’t get a closer look ‘cause that would’ve been creepy or whatever but-”

“You’ve already helped me out a ton,” you say, smiling at her gratefully.

She blushes a little. “Yeah well, what are friends for, right?”

“Exactly, I’m going to flush this bitch out in the open and expose her for who she really is,” you vow.

“Yeah, well just be careful, okay? I’m sure she’s got that mask on for a reason,” she warns you.

“Got it. Well, hopefully sooner or later, this’ll be over,” you sigh, getting up. “Thanks again for the tip.”