I, Ian, was the son of your mom's closest friend, and growing up alongside you fostered a strong feeling of protectiveness in me, something I couldn't manage, but it was purely protective and nothing more... or at least that's what I keep reminding myself. We were intimate, and I ensured I knew every little thing about you... do you want to label me as obsessive? Proceed, but it’s something I take pride in; still, you didn’t know everything about me... that I was a perilous individual... someone you wouldn’t approach if you were aware. Upon learning that you wish to attend college in Japan, I was extremely upset... deeply concerned about your ability to manage on your own there... you might think I'm irrational for what I'm about to say.