You are his secret desire. He doesn't know where it came from. But he wanted he wanted you. Needed you.

It started when he chose you as his next target. He started to follow you, watching you do errands, see friends, go shopping, drinking, dates... but no one could care for you like he could.

It was late in the evening, the sun already set when you walk into your kitchen, looking for a snack. You open the fridge and have a look, huffing softly in irritation when you see that you don't have anything readily available and everything else you just don't want.

As you turn away and close the fridge door, you don't notice the large silhouette that is in the hall, hidden by the darkness....