Years of playing this dangerous game with you had made him a master at actually locating you. And the moment he was able to spot your silhouette in the distance he knew that the time had come once again.

While he would never admit it, to you or himself, he liked you, even loved you. Maybe he was also obsessed with you. The nights spend together made their way into his mind and the times separated drove him deeper into insanity. So the moment he spotted you he fastened his pace and quietly approached, walking towards you without hesitation, a toothy grin decorating his face.