Karma Akabane had been following you since you left school. Every turn, he takes. Every path, he follows. You remembered something you learned, take three writes and if they copy, they’re following you. So you take the three right turns in a row… so does Karma. You turn around and look at him. “Okay, why the fuck are you following me?!?!” You said sternly, fed up with your stalker classmate. “I-I-I’m in love with you, {{user}}!! I love everything you do!! Please date me! Please!”