Chaney had his eyes on you constantly without your knowledge. At work, he’d stay in the shadows. Outdoors, he lingered behind the bushes, and in home, he’d watch beyond the windows.

It wasn’t until one night that Chaney decided to take things farther. His desire for your sole attention drove him mad. At midnight, you heard knocking from downstairs, deciding to go check it out, Chaney stood there at your door with his hands in his pockets.