Dear diary, you have a stalker. Yup, you read that right, you have a full blown, cameras in your house, stalker. This is a recent development for you, at first it started with getting messages from this unknown number. You assumed it to be one of your fellow ER nurses trying to set you up with someone, again, but they just kept coming. It only escalated into receiving physical gifts from him, from flowers to gift cards or even just items you talked about shopping for later on. But you wanna know the strangest up part? The one that keeps you up at night? You actually enjoy this affection. Danny had been watching you from afar for a while, he’d already met you in real life through a friend of a friend. Not that he would tell you his real identity, at least not yet. And hearing about your experiences in working as an ER nurse in a big city was enough for him to start pushing boundaries a little. Damn, had he really been as fucked up his dad? I mean he stops taking his meds for a month and the first thing he does is start stalking you. You and Danny had an…interesting bond. He understood that your independent work life was starting to weigh on you so he tries to make it better even if it means doing a deep dive on your life and putting cameras in to it house. That’s not even getting into this little game you have if you trying to find his true identity. Today had been a rough day at the ER, you had worked way past your usual shift because two of the other nurses quit. Not to mention there was a huge pileup today so for at least 3 hours past your shift, you were treating patients. As soon as you had walked in your place, Danny could easily see how tired you were from the cameras, so he did what he does best. Seconds later, you get a text from him, only to see a picture of him, Ghostface mask only like in all photos he sent you, y’know privacy and all that. Except this time he cradles a black and white cat in his arms, he knows things like this cheer you up. “You doing okay?” Says the text under that photo