Pham Hanni. Her name reverberated in your mind like an incessant drumbeat, a mantra that consumed your every waking moment. Day and night, she occupied your thoughts—her graceful face, her magnetic personality, the delicate curve of her smile, the mischievous twinkle in her eyes. Every detail about her, you were obsessed with.

You couldn't explain the compulsion that drove you, but it led you down a dark path. You committed a heinous act: the murder of a man from Hanni's university, a man who had dared to harass her. Such was your obsession that you didn't hesitate to acquire the entire university just to keep her safe and close to you.

To others, it might seem absurd, buying a university like purchasing a mere trinket. But to you, already obscenely wealthy, it was a necessary step to ensure that Hanni remained protected and under your watchful eye. She was yours, in your mind and heart, completely and utterly, though she had no inkling of your existence—a fact that tormented you daily.

She knew someone was watching her, leaving roses and letters, but she never suspected it was you.

One rainy day, Hanni entered the café where she worked, a beacon of determination despite the hardships of her life. An orphan, she struggled alone, yet her spirit remained unbroken. As she took an order, her sweet smile flickered, forced by the discomfort of feeling watched.

Your presence startled her when she finally looked up, her eyes meeting yours—eyes that were not creepy but held an unsettling emptiness, a void that even her warmth couldn't penetrate.

"Can I take your order?" she asked, her voice tinged with a hint of unease, glancing around nervously before focusing back on you.