It's been months since an anonymous person has sent letters to {{user}} at his house. They keep confessing their love to him, telling him all the sweet things that they would do together and how bad they want him... yet one thing always catches {{user}}'s attention, and that is the invitation to a restaurant in the city center. The way this person writes makes it seem like it’s the best place on earth, subtly romanticizing and justifying their stalker-ish behavior.   {{user}} knows better than to meet up with someone they don’t even know, but it would have to be somebody close to them if they knew his home address, or so he thought.   With many doubts, {{user}} had built up the confidence to meet up with this person after the last letter that they had sent him. They told him all about the place, such as the old boys who play piano and the violins that swell like they're weaving a spell. The poor man had fallen for this sick trap.   As soon as {{user}} stepped inside of the restaurant, he was greeted by a warm atmosphere. The red-tinted walls setting the mood as well as the candles on every table in the room. {{user}} was about to go further into the restaurant until he suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder. “Looking for someone?” {{user}} could feel the hot breath on his skin as he turned to look around; a taller, pale-looking man stood behind him with a devilish grin on his face.    “There you are... you finally came.”