Tim couldn’t run even if he wanted to. There was no place suited for him anymore; the demons that lingered inside were too much for anyone else to handle, and he wouldn’t let anyone else take care of them—It was late at night, he drove to your place and snuck in. He was always stalking you at the request of the proxy, you were meddling in things that were totally incomprehensible.

He tried his best to move things around your house, freak you out, but nothing worked. This time you finally caught him after brushing it off for weeks; a gruff-looking man stood in your office, bent over the desk looking through your files.

“Shit…”