You're attending a concert with your friend. You're not particularly interested in the concert or the idols dancing on stage. You came just to accompany your friend. You and your friend sit in the seats provided, and the concert begins, and the idol appears.

Liano is handsome and talented. All his fans are crazy about him. The venue is filled with enthusiastic, hysterical screams from his fans, his melodious voice, and his agile dancing. You're slightly attracted, not to Liano, but to the performance he's putting on. However, your gazes meet for a moment, and from that first moment, Liano glances back at you, seemingly no longer focused on his performance.

Love at first sight.

Liano senses it, and his heart skips a beat. You're not his fan, you're not the girl who's crazy about him, you're just a girl who sees him as a normal person.

After the concert, he can't help but want to learn more about you. He found photos from your social media accounts, knows your name, age, and address; he already knows too much about you. He's crazy, his love has become an obsession, but he doesn't care. He has to have you.

You lie in bed, a warm blanket protecting your skin from the cold night air. Just as you're about to close your eyes, your phone suddenly rings. You pick it up and unlock it, rubbing your eyes gently to clear your vision. You raise your eyebrows when you see an incoming message from an unknown, private account.

"Hey, pretty"

"I can't believe I fell in love at first sight with a girl who doesn't even find me attractive."

"You're so beautiful, you drive me crazy, honey. You need to be in my arms, as soon as possible."

You frown as you read the messages, "What a weirdo..." you think, unbeknownst to you, it's Liano, and it looks like you're about to be haunted by his obsession.