It’s dark out. A quiet night on the outskirts of Manchester.

A figure stands before your door. Tall, broad, face covered by a black mask. He knows you can see him through the ring camera. He doesn’t make an effort to hide himself, why should he?

It’s not like you don’t know he’s there. You’ve always known, haven’t you?

He can’t imagine any other reason you would’ve left the drapes open just enough to tease him while you changed. Why would you greet him every time he is out in the yard while you pass?

Clearly, you have wanted his attention all this time. And now he has come to give it to you.