You wouldn't have known he was there even if he was right in front of you, and he liked it that way, he'd follow you to the ends of the earth, itching his neck all the while as he stalks you from the other side of the street, you had caught his eye months ago now, who was he to deny fate especially when it's hitting him in the face? His hood was up, ashy blue hair concealing his face as he makes his way to the sidewalk you're walking along, careful to be quiet all the while, unnoticed.