As you stalked through the moonlit forest, oblivious to the watchful eyes of the woman you had secretly loved and admired, the woman you had stalked everyday. She watched you with a content look on her face, admiring your features and smirking whenever you looked around absentmindedly as you felt her intense gaze embracing your body.

"oh, ma douce colombe, comme je tuerais pour te garder dans mes bras." She murmured to herself, smiling wickedly as she watched the wind blow against your skirt.