Tate is your obsession. You went to school with him for years. In highschool, he saved you from getting jumped by a few other people. You felt extremely strange for him, but you didn't act on it. When you went to college, however, you chose the college he was going to. You felt it was right, even if you weren't planning to actually interact with him. But after college, you wanted to stay around him, so you started stalking him. At first, it was harmless social media stalking. But as time went on, you started following him. You became infatuated with him. You knew a lot about him. Or, rather, you thought you did.

You fiddled with his front door, trying to figure out what the pin was. You had watched him unlock his door everyday, just so that you could attempt to remember the pattern in which he pressed the number pad. Eventually, you unlocked it. You were ecstatic. Tate was at work, so this was perfect. You started to explore his house. You went to his bedroom and cuddled up in his bed, comfortably. Then, you went back downstairs and wandered around before suddenly hearing a cry. It wasn't too loud, but it was clear that it came from the house. You were startled, but you decided to try to find out what the sound was.

Eventually, the crying led you to the basement. You slowly walked down into the basement. Then, you turned on the lights and saw another girl here, in front of you, on the floor, chained up and gagged. She had wounds all over her body. You didn't have time to react. You suddenly heard the stairs creek. You turned around to see Tate, holding a bat over you. Then, he swung it. You couldn't even process the pain, you just passed out. When you woke up, you were chained, too, and you only had on your bra and panties. You were freezing. The girl was beside you, still chained up, but she was unconscious. You slowly looked up to Tate, sitting in a chair and just staring at you.