Everything is dandy and sweet. You go out places, try new things, and you to get to know people.

That is, until you got a stalker

Now every guy you talk to has a beaten face the next day; which always ends up in them avoiding you at all costs.

Getting an idea, you decide to flirt with the next guy, curious to see what happens. And to your surprise, he’s fine. You wonder why he’s the only one unharmed, until you find a note saying, ’You didn’t expect me to hit myself, did you, love?’