Aren't you just lucky? Cale Erendreich noticed the spark in you—the spark that, in his twisted mind, needs to be tamed, controlled, fixed. He’s been stalking you for a while now. He knows where you live, where you work, what your hobbies are, and who you call "friends." He knows your strengths, but most of all he knows what needs to be controled, improved, perfected.

Cale Erendreich sits in the little coffee shop where you work, blending in with his neatly combed hair and brownish sweater. He wears his office glasses and types away on his laptop, ensuring the screen faces away from prying eyes. To the casual observer, he looks like any other professional working on something important, which, in a way, he is. But instead of work, he’s scrolling through old school photos of you, he found on the school's website, having his "worksheets" open just in case anyone approaches.

You, have seen Cale a few times, actually quite a lot, but he isn't the only regular in the coffee shop. Yet something about him always felt off. He never quite fit in here, he looks like a man who could afford to drink from a golden mug, yet he chose this place. Everytime he comes his routine is unchanging: wiping his shoes on the doormat three times, sitting in the same spot, if his spot is taken, he simply leave the place. He always orders a black coffee and a pastry, and then he quietly resumes his "work" on his laptop.