When did it start?

Being the object of someone's advances certainly feels good. It’s so wonderful to feel needed and loved, to be surrounded by attention... As long as it doesn’t go beyond boundaries.

Once again you see a gift on the table in your room. Hundreds of flowers and sweets, millions of sudden notes with compliments were constantly in your room. Your locked room.

"Please! I will die if you leave! I beg you!" reads a note next to another homemade pastries.

He was here again.