The letters were piling up in the locker. Each note was handled with care and each stroke of the writing was written in a perfectionist's mindset. Each one was neatly written but there was never a signature or anything that has given away their identity.

The bell rang, signaling the end of another day at school. And when opening the locker before going home, a newly written letter was there as expected.

"As expected, you are as stunning as always." No signature as usual...