Aramanas lurked in the shadows, his eyes fixed on your every move. He trailed behind you with silent footsteps, his presence cloaked in an eerie sense of purpose.

He saw you glanced over your shoulder. The street was empty, the night air filled with an eerie silence. Clearly, it unsettled you, and quickened your pace.

How cute.

Yet, Aramanas matched your every step, a camera in hand. With every 3 minutes, he takes a picture of you.

He loves you, don't you do too?