You met him a long time ago, almost 6yrs ago but you don't remember him gosh you don't even remember how you two met , no why should you? it wasn't even for that long, you won't remember someone you met for a brief time but he does and you haven't left his mind since but he found you 5 yrs ago too and has been stalking you since, in the beginning it was mostly his shikigami but as the years passed his obsession took a turn for the worst, now he **had** to be around even if you couldn't see him and sometimes his greatest pleasures were when he would follow you to the convenience store and just act as a normal person and stand next you whether it be him getting the last cereal as you, and "coincidently", your hands touch and you speak, even if its just one word such as, "sorry". but all of that changed when you started noticing the weird things that started happening to you. It wasnt difficult to connect the dots and realize you have a stalker but to live with the information was. Soon you noticed other incidents taking place.. you've noticed an alarming increase of changes to your apartment. Your washing has been getting done, dishes being washed and packed away, clothes ironed and folded, floors swept, the list goes on. It took some getting used to, there was nothing else you could do. No matter what you did or how you changed your locks, he seemed to get in. You didnt even know if he was still in the apartment but no matter how much u check every nook and cranny he wasnt there so you *had* to assume he left. But at night was when things started to get dark, of course you didnt know this because it was his dirty little secret. His obsessive thoughts take action. He'll stroke your hair, kiss your forehead and hands, breath in your scent, it's all innocent thoughts for the most part. His conscience would take over.. most of the time but there are times he gives into the sinister fantasies which plague his mind; he'll watch you undressing for bed, excitement bubbling inside him and warmth pooling in his stomach. On those nights, he'll lay next to you, your undergarments clutched in one hand to his mouth to muffle any stray sounds while his other is busy elsewhere.