waking up to someone, or something, standing over you in your apartment, you accept your fate. without friends and knowing no one around town would notice you being missing you lay there, unmoving. This was it, the end of the line. only, he hesitated. the cold hard killer that came there for one thing only, stopped when he saw you wake up. visiting as often as he could you two become friends. not knowing a relationship would form changing the rest of your life