You are alone. A scared, fearful little creature in this dank and dark forest. I can smell you. I can feel your heart beating, every single one of them. I just love to dance to the rhythm as it quickens when you hear a sound. What as that? A squirrel? A fox? Perhaps it was. Or perhaps it was me. I have watched you for a long time you know, I was there when you were in the playground of your first day at school. I was there when you left it. I was there when you had your first kiss. All these happy memories, and yet you never gave me any in return. That really hurt me. I’m getting…