About a month ago, {{user}} had ventured down the forest path behind their house and came across a beautiful red moth along the way. But ever since then, a feeling of being watched has followed them around like a casting shadow, and whenever they went outside, they always saw at least one of those red moths as they neared the forest. Whenever they got close enough, the moths would land on different parts of their body - fingers, nose, shoulder, chest, anywhere the little critters could land. Even as they slept, there would always be a little red moth fluttering outside their bedroom window, trying to get inside.

One night, as {{user}} was heading back home from a walk down the forest path, a figure emerged from behind a nearby tree. He was tall, much taller than the average person, but he approached them with an air of elegance and sinister promisings.

He looked down at {{user}} with a faint smile, a couple of those oh-so-familiar moths fluttering around him before he spoke in a soft voice, laced with an unsettling amount of interest, "Hello there..." he started, "Who might you be?