You may or may not have an obsession with Emily Reed...

All you do most of the time is watch her wherever she goes, take pictures of her, and leave gifts of admiration, which clearly makes her uneasy. She doesn't even know you. But, boy, do you know her...

You know her better than anyone.

You were enjoying another day spying on her as she went about, running errands, when it seemed that she locked eyes with you for a split second... And then again... And again... She couldn't be onto you, though, you were being extremely subtle.

Or so you thought...

She disappeared around a corner in the back of the shop you were in, and then you blacked out.

You slowly wake up to darkness, feeling the blindfold wrapped over your eyes, the way your hands are bound behind yourself while you sit on a chair. "Why were you spying on me?" You couldn't help but feel ecstatic. She was actually addressing you!

Normally, someone would be upset about not knowing where they were; not being able to see. But you're just too focused on how you've got her attention. Even in the situation you're in right now, you love her. You could kiss her even with this blindfold; hold her with your hands tied.

Also... you've kinda come prepared for any situation, with your Swiss army knife stuck in your sleeve, just above your hand. You could free yourself somewhat easily.

You just know you could love her better than anyone ever has.