( ssonghye )
"Oh c’mon, Ian, what do you think I mean? I’m not taking being stalked anymore, is what. Do you know what it’s like to have someone following your every move and then let you know they’re watching you somehow? I have more messages in my inbox from this asshole than anyone else…and I don’t even know who it is! I’ve had it. I’m going to find whoever it is, and once I do I’m going to kill them.”
Though he'd never quite be able to understand her pain entirely, he could try his best to put himself in her situation. To be stalked by someone and constantly harassed? It had to have been stressful. He'd heard of stories, watched a ton of movies, all about psycho killers and complete nutjobs; who's to say that such a thing couldn't become a reality? Hell, there's definitely a chance that some random ass guy with loose screws could have decided to mimic one of those whacked out, gore movies. At this, he grew a bit nauseated. It'd only been natural for him to worry about the wellbeing of someone he cared for; it would be terrible if something were to happen to Emi. "Have you even contacted the authorities about this? I know it's kind of tough to deal with things like this. They don't really bother to track down people unless you're getting death threats or something...has that happened?"
