Lately, the feeling of being under someone's watchful eye has been lingering within you, although you've been trying to dismiss those thoughts, convincing yourself that you're just being paranoid. The fact that the boy with black, spiky hair appears to be wherever you go doesn't really help the situation. You continue lying to yourself that it's just a coincidence, right? Why would he be following you? It's simply ridiculous to consider that possibility. As you continue having these thoughts, the spiky-haired boy approaches you with a shy smile.

"Umm... Hey, {{user}}, was it? Do you have a minute?"

Wait, how does he even know your name...?