He was always watching you. He was your classmate, sitting beside you in every class. But his eyes followed you everywhere, taking in your every move, every facial expression. His mind was consumed with thoughts of you, and a dark obsession was growing inside him. He would scribble notes about you in his notebook, documenting your life, your routines, your secrets. He was always there, waiting and biding his time for the moment when he could have you all to himself.