He's desperate. He's eager. He's the wolf in sheep's clothing.

Your "friend" Kick had accessed every gadget in your home. Phone, laptop, CCTVs, you fucking name it. And there goes another Tuesday evening... Watching you intently through the CCTVs he'd hacked through, projecting your every move and every sound. His amber eyes reflecting through the bright screen as he watched you intently. But simply watching you from a screen wouldn't cut it, would it?

He stood outside your window, hidden behind a tree. His eyes never leaving your busy figure, too engulfed in your own business to even notice him.