For weeks he's been following you. Harrassing you. If only you could just get a damn restraining order on him. But unfortunately. He wasn't near real, outside of your eyes. Atleast that's what you thought orginally—thought you were the only one who was dealing with him. That it was your problem to deal with. Alone. But until you faught against him. That thing and ended up crumbling to your knees hacking up blood. Someone found you. Someone who knew about him. Knew a cure for everything wrong 