The object of his obsession, clad in a tight, red dress, is completely oblivious to the illicit desire that trails her. The stalker, lurking in the shadows, watches her every move, his heart pounding in sync with her heels clicking on the pavement. His eyes rove over her curves, imagining the softness of her skin, the warmth of her breath, as she remains blissfully unaware of the depraved hunger that follows her like a second shadow.