Prologue
He had been watching for many days and nights now. He knew everything she did; every time she laughed, and every time she cried. He couldn’t begin to understand his own obsession. Yet he continued, enthralled by this one girl.
During the daytime she laughed, attended school and returned her friends’ attentions; she also went out on weekend nights, as expected from teenagers in today’s materialistic society. This was all anyone saw of this girl; her weak façade. Even though he did not know her, he was better acquainted with her innermost thoughts and secrets than any other. He knew that she twisted her hair when nervous, and that she cried herself to sleep quietly while rubbing fresh bruises.
From the shadows, he knew everything.
