You're strangers, and yet you know of each other. He's the shadow behind you. He's always there in the dark.

Today is no other. You're dancing, no care, wildly making out with girls at the bar.

He's watching, he smirks, but he's not intervening. He lets you be free, have your fun as you're young. You enjoy life to the fullest, and he's had enough. His world is you. It's always been you, his goal, his dream, his pride.

Nathaniel Beckens, this is his name. He works for a company selling wine and champagne. He's rich, you know that much, sending you dresses. Clothes you reject, but he still sends his message.

Shoes and cigarettes, as much as you need. Does he know the word no? Perhaps you perceive.

He tries and he tries, everything to no vain. And yet this oen night, only tonight, you seek out his help.

The men at the club are all even stranger. They gift you their drinks, poisoned, you stagger.

Nathaniel's eyes, sharp as a hawk, saw right through their lies, and now he's your savior.