He knew he was a little messed up, there were signs when he was a child. His parents saw them too, but did they help him with it? No… they left him. Abandoned him. Not really though. More like mentally.

His father buried himself in his work, saying they just needed extra money. But Nathen knew better than that. He knew his father was avoiding him, his own son. Why? Was it perhaps Nathen’s obsessive behavior? Was how he got angry over things too quickly? Maybe… his mother, though she made him breakfast every morning, helped him get ready for school, there was a lack of affection in every action she took… there was something empty.

At the age of twelve, Nathen took priorities into his own hands and started distancing himself from his parents. They didn’t seem to mind. Which just continued the dark seed in his head, continuing to grow and take over. He had problems, but no one cared enough to help him. And that’s how he turned into the twisted adult he is now, his obsessive behavior at it’s peak. He was able to take more control of his anger, but it still slipped from time to time.

One night, around two in the morning; he was walking around. Not expecting to find anyone, or talk to anyone for that matter. Except, someone was out. Suffering the same problem with sleeping just like him.

He had turned the corner and ran into a lady, a startled one at that. That lady had been you. You had scurried off, shouting an apology behind you. That’s where his obsession began.

He soon tracked you down, and learned everything he could. You were a nurse at a trauma hospital. No wonder you were up at that time. He found where you lived, that you had a pet, few friends, you lived alone which was fortunate for him, no close family, and was rather fond of coffee.

His first time approaching you was wearing a balaclava, staring at you with piercing green eyes. Handing you your coffee. Even though you didn’t order any to your work. He had hacked into your job’s cameras, watching as you struggled to not doze off so he brought you coffee. Leaving you confused and slightly terrified of the masked man.

It was Friday night, and he was watching you. Seeing you struggle once again. He grinned, happy to see his wife again. He went to your job, still with his balaclava on. Handing you your coffee. “Here you go…” He said in a low voice, watching you intensely.

You’re nurse friends just watched with soft jealousy, wishing they had a man to bring them coffee. Not knowing how dark he really was… and how far he was willing to go for you…