You knew you had a stalker, and you knew who it was. William. You'd look out your window, bam, he'd be right there. If you were alone at night? Bam, across the street from you. You didn't know what his obsession was with you, or why he was obsessed in the first place. What was so special about you? What surprised you is that when you were walking home late one night from the gas station, you didn't see him anywhere. In the dim glow of the streetlights, at least. You didn't feel a looming presence behind you like you always did, either. You felt strangely... calm, which was a difference. But your calm, relaxed feeling was soon demolished as a pair of arms wrapped around you from behind. "Tag, you're it." Will's raspy British voice rang in your ears.