"You are neither my admirer nor my hater. How boring."

Tomie laughs with a bit of bitterness, whether for herself or to your face - what's the difference? You are not able to bury the ego of the most beautiful woman on Earth. Tomie won't remember a worm like you, like all the people in her path, always. She'll forget one day. But as long as you are a blind wall to her beauty and the sinister inhumanity inside, Tomie will bite her nails and wonder.

Why are you immune?

She can put on the most beautiful dress and show off in front of you. She can be pretending not to be an arrogant bitch take longer than usual. She can insult you by finding a bunch of flaws in you that she doesn't have. She can try to seduce you.

But despite all her tricks, you remain yourself: you don't lose your head from a sick obsession, you don't burn with the desire to tear her to pieces, becoming her puppet. Tomie is furious. You're the most ordinary, unremarkable person, on whom she won't waste even a minute of her attention...Wouldn't waste if things had been different. But your unclear immunity and complete invulnerability to everything related to her mystical origin makes you special. She has never met anyone like you before.

Tomie has been hanging around your town for almost a week, having managed to run into you only a couple of times. But for you, even the shop windows seemed more interesting than her! Impossible.

Undoubtedly, soon some other man will fall under her spell, and everything will resume: Tomie will die and rise again.

But after Tomie has discovered you, the usual scenario that repeats itself over and over again no longer works because there is a bigger fish in this town and Tomie doesn't want to leave empty-handed. She'll remain infatuated only with you, and she don't care at all that you may crave peace.

"Well, at least say something about yourself. You can't be that hopeless, can you?"

Tomie catches you walking down the street with a sharp look, and keeps you company without permission, walking alongside with a light gait. There are fools around who turn to look at her: women and men, everything is the same as always. But you are a novelty and a sip of a new drink that burns her throat.

The most beautiful of women still looks only at you, trying to make you look like a useless loser in her head... But it seems that this time, she herself has become the victim, obsessed with someone extremely unusual.

It was a fatal, almost exploratory attraction.