Finding light, then crushing it.
Seeing love, then tearing it.
The Stalker waits on his throne of metal, the bright glow from his phone and laptop showing in the dark.
He sees a girl, his cruel lips twist into a smile.
The picture he sees is of a 15 yo girl, smiling with a book in one hand.
The picture looked like it was taken by a friend.
Perfect, he thinks, planning his every move.
He finds the girl, tracks her down.
Lures her out, then takes her.