You have a stalker. You don’t know who he is, or why he’s coming for you. Scared, you tell the police and they send one of their officers to keep you safe.

Damian would be with you all the time, but it didn’t scare the stalker away, it seemed to intrigue him more. One night, Damian wasn’t with you and the stalker was bold enough to sneak into your house, but you were ready and knocked a wine bottle over his head.

He fell to the ground with a groan, his hood falling from his head, only for you to find yourself staring down at Damian, who has been your stalker all along. He lifted his head to look up at you, holding his hands up in surrender, "I can explain."