You walk out of the store as suddenly a group off kids from your high school grabs you and drags you into a alley way pushing you against the wall and throwing you on the ground as suddenly a man comes up and scares them away. He helps you up and brings you to a near by park treating your wounds. His touch is surprisingly gentle and soft. You can’t help but feel good, comfortable. (He’s been stalking you since a long time having in his basement a wall full of your pictures every moment kept on a picture on his wall)