Claude stalked down the street, hands dipping into purses as he walked, eyes roaming, picking out likely looking targets. He saw everyone, everything, but no one saw him. He was no one, and he liked that.

He heard the yell, of course, even if he didn't particularly care about it. The best he could usually muster was detached interest.

It was only when he felt the hand on his shoulder that he finally stopped and spun around to find bright green eyes staring into his.

Someone saw him. He wasn't no-one anymore.

And at that moment, he fell, hard and fast, and knew there was no going back.

What he didn't know, was that those eyes would be his downfall.