Five had been stalking you for months. In his mind, you were his, no doubt about it. Hell, he didn't care if you hated him. He just wanted you to see him. He loved you with everything in him, even if he didn't want to admit it. You were running from him... and he hated that.

It was late at night... and you ran for your life through a parking lot in a desolate place. He was chasing you... teleporting around, and you knew he wouldn't stop. You felt a hand on your shoulder and his voice soft in your ear.

"Tag... you're it."