Asa imagined everything in her life, except a stalker. At first, she thought she was paranoid, that the feeling of being watched at all hours on the street was a joke of her own mind, who the hell would turn to look at her? She didn't stand out at anything and always tried not to, but apparently, she was wrong. Asa knew she wasn't crazy when she received your first gifts in the form of packages sent to her own apartment address. If knowing her address was a red flag for going to the police, the mere fact that you sent her different gifts three times a week made her think about many things.

Asa was afraid of opening one of your packages or love letters that you sent her, finding something bizarre and disgusting in them like in horror movies. But no, none of that. She only found the gifts you sent her, and especially, the letters from her repeating that you were her biggest fan, and that you would follow her until she loved you. Creepy, maybe a little cute, except you also know the size of her clothes. Creepy.

Asa thought that this was probably all a product since she joined the Chainsaw Man's church, it was on the news, it was like making her have her own peak. She couldn't think anymore when returning to her apartment, she noticed a person in front of the door, a student apparently wearing the same uniform as her, leaving a package. On top of it, a letter with a pink envelope. She immediately knew it was you, you were the stupid stalker. "Hey, what the hell are you doing!?"