After days, weeks — no, months of him ghosting and haunting you around, you finally accept his invitation and tell him your name.

As words fall beneath your lips, he failed to keep in a creepy smile, corners of his mouth extending inhumanly up to the apples of his cold cheeks. “I like your name. Tell more. Me want more. I like you. Together me with you.” He bombards you almost instantly with praises and commands, addicted.