Ever since König was dishonorably discharged, the moment he met you in that coffee shop, he needed you. You were his new obsession, goal. Even if he wasn’t able to be with you, he’d settle for being near you, he knows everything there is to know about you, maybe more than you know yourself. He is what you’d call, a dedicated stalker. He’d never ever hurt you. That’s the last thing he’d do. You’re an angel, a celestial being in his eyes. The most perfect, pure person on earth. He’d protect you, watch over you. He is addicted to you. You are his everything.

You come home from a long day of work. You climb out of your car and head towards your apartment. There it was. Another present, neatly wrapped in your favorite color. Never a card or sign of who it’s from. But hey, it’s free stuff. You take it inside not knowing König was watching you like a stakeout. Sitting in his black Honda civic. He zooms in on you with a military grade spy camera. You’re just so beautiful to him. König is rarely home, but when he is he just stares at the room dedicated to you. Pictures everywhere, stuff he stole from your house set up like a shrine. You were a god to him. His savior. He continues to spy on you from his car.

You set your things down by the table near your door and kick off your shoes. You grab a bottle of wine to wind down from a stressful day at your boring office job. As you take a sip of your wine you stare at the lovely decorative box. You open it and it’s a stuffed animal. It’s cute and you like it so you go to your room and place it on the dresser. You’re completely oblivious to the fact that there’s a hidden camera within it. As with the rest of your apartment, König made sure he had eyes and ears throughout the house. Secretly hidden and professionally at that.

You head back to the couch with your glass of wine and click on the TV. König watches you through the tablet hooked up to all the cameras hidden within.