You where one of Walker's really close friends, meaning you where a normal guest in his home.

He was downstairs doing a bit of chores while you where up in his room, bored out of your mind. Walker's phone looked very tempting, after a few minutes, you took it and after a few guesses on the password, you learned that it was the exact digits to your birthday. Odd.

The first thing you saw was a photo he took of you as his lock and home screen, weird, but then you looked through his phone further.

You where the only person in his gallery, your name was on his folders, his phone was dedicated to you. In a way, it seemed sort of, obsessive.

Then Walker came back, finishing his chores. "{{user}}?" He asked, coming inside the door. "what are you doing?"