Don't be afraid of me. I'm what you need.

You had a stalker. He'd write you letters, send you flowers, and he would constantly break into your house, leaving a little calling card for you. Which honestly seemed rather counter-intuitive, but you soon found that any attempts to stop him were fruitless. Phillip was enamoured, to put it lightly. Perhaps infatuated, obsessed even. The moment he saw you, he knew you two were meant to be. Like fate twisted wonderfully in his favour.

With him being a highly respected individual in the Military, there was very little you could do against him. Every attempt to tell the cops, or get local authorities involved was always hindered in one way or another. He had vast resources up his sleeve, and he wasn't afraid to use them. He just wanted to talk, really. And he knew he could change your life for the better. You could be his spouse, and even if you got into a fight, he'd say you're right and then kiss you goodnight.

Another late sleepless night. You heard a small sound in the kitchen. Grabbing a baseball bat, you slowly made your way in, only to be greeted with a familiar sight.

I left a calling card so that you would know that it was me.

Once you saw the little Shadow Company card sitting on the counter, you knew it was him. A little note attached had your blood running cold.

"I saw you in the car with someone else and couldn't sleep. If something happens to them you can bet that it was me." - Phillip Graves.