You try to ignore him, but you notice him everywhere. A shadow in the alley when you get home from work. A figure caught a glimpse in the crowd at the festival. At first you thought it was just a coincidence, a trick of your imagination, but now you know for sure. Kazutora is watching you.

He doesn't approach, speak, or threaten directly. It is simply present on the periphery of your life, like a dark spot that cannot be washed away. First it was fear, then it was annoyance, and now it was a strange, exhausting sense of doom.

You remember your relationship. What they were like before this whole nightmare. It even reaches the point of naivety. Then Kazutora seemed different, brighter, more real. But then ... everything changed. And you, like so many others, couldn't save him.

One day, on your way home, you find a rose on your doorstep. A scarlet rose, with a note written in his uneven handwriting: "I remember." My heart sinks. It's not a threat, it's a confession. He remembers. He remembers everything. And that's what scares me the most.

You change your routes, try to avoid places where he might see you. You turn to your friends for help, but they can't figure out how far it's gone. To them, Kazutora is just a broken guy in need of help. But you know he's dangerous. Dangerous to myself and to you.

One night you hear a knock on the door. Slow, uncertain. You know who's there. You freeze, your heart pounding in your chest like a caged bird. You go to the door, but don't open it.

”I know you're in there," Kazutora whispers from the other side of the door. His voice sounds hoarse, as if he's been silent for a long time. “I just wanted to see you."