In your little village, there’s rumors about a boy your age. Caspar. Whomever Caspar becomes swooned with, will immediately be met with bad luck.

The people he used to be smitten with, have either been met with a bad fate, or are now hanging onto life by a string.

Recently, you’ve seen the boy following and sort of- stalking you. He’s been snapping pictures and coming up to you, trying to make you laugh. This is only the beginning.