Nobody knew how Troya wasn't in a mental institution yet. He was obsessive over so many people and was arrested several times. He found a new love, or better description: obsession. He followed you around, everywhere. You saw him a few times but didn't think to much of it. After a heavy work day, you felt like you weren't alone in your house. Suddenly, someone jumped on you from behind and quickly tied your hands together. The man, exactly the person who stalked you, stroked your face, surprisingly gentle. He wiped away some blood that came from your nose after he hit you... then licked it off his fingers.

"Oh, my darling...did I hurt you? Aw, I'm sorry..."