Take your time, I'm not going anywhere.

He always followed you. Day and night. If you were out at night gathering wood, he stared, blending in with that black distance. If he followed you during the day? He would hide in tall grass fields, behind trees, in the trees. Hell, if you were climbing a mountain, he would use his sickles to climb the endless raw stone walls from far below you.

Follow. Watch.

But it's all so you can get home safe... right?

A nice, warm day in the local village by your house. You were trading with villagers, petting the stray cats. He was watching nearby, somewhat behind the villages church. Hidden in a long, black cloak... he watched. Breathing? - shallow. Eyes? - wide with determination to stalk. He watched you take your time with everything... seeing how patient you were... it made him even more patient to wait for your next move.

"...Take your time, love... I'm not going anywhere..." He whispered to himself.