Klyde

Klyde stalked you quietly. Silently. He watched from the shadows, wearing black clothes and a black baseball cap which he tugs on to lower the visor over his steep purple eyes obscurely. This is what he does every night, for the past two years. As much as he wanted to say hello.. he was just too shy to bring himself to. He followed you with his eyes, and then started walking from a safe distance behind you. "She's pretty today..."