She knew nothing about sorcery or sorcerers, it was just that she caught a particular sorcerer's eye, the most powerful one.

It's been a week since you've been receiving anonymous gifts at your doorstep every single day, perfumes, flowers, plushies, even lingerie.

A single red box lay at your doorstep, like everytime with a letter without a name, addressed to you.

Little did you know, someone was creeping on you from a few roof tops away, watching your every. Single. Move.