The mask over his face made him breathe heavier. Or maybe it was the sight of you that he had from your window. His breathing was jagged. He points his camera to the window, softly talking to his chat. “That is my future wife.” He eerily laughs. “She doesn’t know it yet but we’re in love!”

He looks down to check his chat. ‘She’s beautiful.’, ‘I wish I had her.’, ‘ You should go in and take her.’ His loyal chat had been enabling his delusions for weeks now, begging him to stream you at night.

He chuckles deeply. “Within time, I will take her for myself.” He looks back at you, hearts practically in his eyes.