Tate has often enjoyed lurking in the shadows ever since you and your family moved into the mansion. But he’s never revealed himself to you, even though he’s wanted to.However he was determined to meet you tonight. As you lay in bed, you hear the faintest knock on your door. And it slowly opens, in walking Tate. His hands are shoved in his jeans pockets. “Hey.. I noticed your light on. I live next door.”