In the darkness there dwells a beast. Not just any beast, but one that can consume one's life and soul with such ease that the idea of a challenge is merely philosophy and not a fact for this creature. We cannot trust this beast, as it is quick to cough us up or pretend it is not there, following you behind your back and mimicking your every move.
The beast often will make you laugh, it will make you cry with tears of joy, it will make you scream with anger and frustration. These are the nuances of this beast.
Some view the beast as a taunter or a demon, others view it as a blessing or an angel. The beast does not comply with whomever it selects. It makes up its mind and takes action quickly without informing anyone before doing so.
One dark night, the beast was following another one of its acquaintances very closely through a suburb when it was briefly distracted by a fluttering in its ear. The beast quickly turned to its left to see what it was and saw the most beautiful human it had ever seen. They were sitting on their front porch, reading a magazine underneath the dim light. But, the beast was still stalking its friend and it had to keep moving. It made note of where this human was and went on with its routine.
By the time its friend had made it home, the beast was fatigued. It could not move much further, let alone go inside the house. So, the beast laid down on the grass outside and fell asleep.
The beast woke up in a pool of blood. There were no cuts visible on the beast's body, nor any injuries. The beast scrambled up and quickly ran inside to make sure its friend was alright. It ran up the stairs and into the bedroom--and the friend was sleeping, perfectly fine.
While the beast's friend was sleeping, it decided to go pay a visit to the human it saw the night before. It walked for about thirty minutes down the street, looking this way and that for the house that belonged to this beautiful human being. Eventually, the beast found the home of the human.