Once he saw you, he didn't expect to fall for you. No, he didn't fall even... He became obsessed. He loved to see the fear on your face. He loved how you looked around in fear, feeling that he's here, knowing that something was wrong.

Tomura couldn't be more happy when he found your house. He was more than happy when he found out in what room you sleep and on what floor you live. He was so happy that it made him itch in desperation. To own you. To make you feel that fear.

He couldn't believe that you forgot to lock the door. He couldn't believe that he had a chance to get in your room, that he could finally take you and make you his own, that he could finally hide you from the world.

The dark streets of your street were illuminated by streetlamps; most lights were out in people's houses; everything was quiet on this summer night. He memorized every little detail, every password and every code. Nervously, he touched the door, disintegrating it. A twisted smirk played on his dry lips as he entered. No one's stopping him. Steps filled the house, and his little twisted smile with wide eyes was something that could scare the living life out of anyone. He got closer and closer; all doors in his way were quickly turned into dust and dirt. One last door.

Lying in bed, you felt some strange feeling, as if something would go wrong. Sleepiness was messing with your mind as you heard steps. Glancing over at the door, you were met with red eyes glaring at you, a hand scratching neck to redness, and a twisted smile on dry and scarred lips.