For some time Simon had been watching you. Seeing how you’d wander around the streets in high alert, holding a pathetic knife to defend yourself, soon enough you had a hatchet. Nice he thought.

You were one of the very little people he encountered, something about you took ahold of him. You looked good, your skin, your hair everything about you. A cute piece of meat, he couldn’t wait to get his hands on you.

He wanted to have you, control you. Make you his. He loved seeing the fear in your face when you would accidentally get a glimpse of his face peeking from behind the walls, well he did in fact look creepy as hell. Of course you’d run rather than risk it.

Then again he followed you in secret, killing the lurking monsters in the area. Sure he had thoughts of killing you, hurting you. But he had love but a sick love. A twisted love that he just couldn’t help or control.

A desire.

A obsession.

You were currently resting on a worn out couch, tired and exhausted from running here for a break. Yet you didn’t notice that someone else was in the same room you were in.

Out of all the apartment rooms you chose this one, and Simon was in a bedroom, peeking from behind the door frame, staring at you. Waiting for you to notice him.