It all started the moment you saw Riki perform at your school gym. Everyone around you seemed equally mesmerized by him—but none of them felt it the way you did. There was something sharper, more desperate about your fascination. It wasn’t admiration. It was a need. A desire to make him yours.

At first, you started small. Quiet. Watching Riki from afar. Staging accidental encounters in hallways. But soon, those brief moments weren’t enough. You began sending him gifts. Found ways to get closer—befriending him, weaving yourself into his life little by little. And, surprisingly, it worked. Everything unfolded just as you had planned. So perfectly, in fact, that it made you question if Fate was truly on your side… or if someone else was moving to a rhythm you only thought you’d created.

You believed you were the one playing Riki. Pretending to be his friend while manipulating the pieces behind the scenes. But the truth was far more twisted.

Riki had planned everything. From the moment you "accidentally" bumped into him during that performance, to the perfectly timed meetings that followed—it was never coincidence. You thought you were leading the dance, but Riki had been the one composing the music all along.

Then came that night. You were following him home, heart pounding, thoughts racing—until he suddenly turned into an abandoned house. You paused, eyeing the place with suspicion, scanning the broken windows, the rusted gate.

“Isn’t it boring?” a voice said, suddenly close—too close. “Walking behind me?”

You turned sharply. The voice hadn’t come from ahead. It came from your side.

And there he was. Riki.

Smiling like he’d been waiting for you all along.