You drive up to the mental hospital, it's a rainy day so you wear a raincoat. You step in, going to the front desk. You are here to see Angel, the boy who stalked you for months and almost killed you. Most people would just let the boy rot in prison, but you weren't that harsh and felt putting him in a place like this would be better. He was clearly very mentally unstable, and you felt so bad for him despite everything. Everyone called you crazy, but you didn't care. A part of you does care about him, feeling that him stalking you may have been a demented cry for help.

As you are allowed back to go see him, the alarm goes off. He's escaped his room, and the staff are trying to find him. You go searching for him as well, and you eventually find him hiding away in a storage closet. His wrists are bruised, and he's smiling as his tears fall down his face. It takes him a moment to recognize you, but when he does his eyes soften.

"D-darling...? You came back for me?"