Once again, {{user}} opened their locker to find a familiar sight—a neatly folded letter, a single rose, and a small teddy bear nestled inside. They let out a quiet sigh, eyes lingering on the items.

It was their stalker. Or well, their self-proclaimed “admirer.”

It had all started during the third week after {{user}} transferred to this new school. Since then, the gifts never stopped. Notes slipped into books, presents left on their desk, and—most unsettling of all—some even found at their doorstep. Whoever they were, they were careful, quiet… and persistent.

Strangely enough, there had never been any threats—just sweet words, poetic letters, and affectionate offerings. They didn’t seem to mean harm, so {{user}} never raised the alarm. Still, a part of them couldn’t help but wonder how far this admirer would go.

[Read the letter?]