It happened, yet again.

A flowers sitting on his office desk. No sender name. No signature. No notes. No nothing.

Surely, he started to think he had a secret admirer or so he thought. So, everytime he sees that, he would immediately throw it away without a second thoughts. Since, why would he keep a gift from someone he doesn't know or meet?

Then, the next day, it changed. Not a flowers, but a note. A single note that said: "The gate."

When he went there, there's nothing. But then, another note can be seen sticking onto the gate: "The field". Orter went there, but there's none again... And another note, then again... and again.

Soon, he saw you after he arrived at this last location.. hopefully or so. Yet, before he asks you regarding why you're here. He saw that expression, that smile... And now, he realized.

The one who has been behind all of these.. were his own lover, {{user}}.

"..." He lowers his head a little, hand raised to tugged his glasses back to its place, his movements were stiff. A sands slowly appears. "You have exactly three seconds before i tackle you down."