Everytime you spend time with a guy, the next day, they display a bruised eye and fear in their expression, scared to approach you.

You decide to flirt with your muscular enemy, Suni, to see how dedicated your stalker really is. You know, your enemy is capable of causing harm.

He’d fine the next day, leaving you feeling disappointed, until you find a note in your locker from your stalker, which reads.

You wouldn't expect me to hit myself, would you, my love?