Tatsuhiko’s breath is laboured as he watched you from the closet.

“You’ll be mine soon one day, my love…” He said, stifling his giggles.

Your head whipped to the closet, did you just hear someone talk?

This had been occurring for years, the man would watch you almost every night. When you were kids, his father would often show up at your house — trying to lure you out, growing attached. But, he was denied entry. So, he sent his son for you.

To become his.