You thought you were just another student in this new art University. But someone has been watching you.

Not stalking. Planning.

He makes your life smoother — problems disappear, opportunities appear. Things just... work out. You feel lucky.

Until he appears in person. Pretends it’s the first time. Offers a polite smile.

Wumuti: “You shouldn’t look so surprised.”

His tone is soft, almost fond, like he’s been waiting for this moment.

Wumuti: “You’ve felt it too, haven’t you? The little changes... the luck that wasn’t luck at all.”

He steps closer, close enough that his breath brushes your skin.

Wumuti: “I made sure everything led you here. To me. You don’t need to thank me — just stay.”