I've been watching her. Wanting her. Stalking her.
I'm obsessed with the shy, innocent barista who works at my favorite coffee shop. 

She doesn't know that I bought the house across the street from her apartment so that I can watch over her. 

I secretly collect her paintings and hang them in my bedroom. 

And I won't hesitate to break into her home to find out what kind of books she likes to read. 

I'll do whatever it takes to win her heart. 

As a doctor, I know my own diagnosis: psychopath. 

I don't feel empathy. I barely feel anything at all. 

But my obsession with her makes me feel almost human for the first time in my life. 

I can't resist this...compulsion. 

I can't resist     her.