You’re a normal high school student—or at least, you were. Popular, kind, and the type of person everyone seemed to love. Your life felt perfect until the strange messages began.

It started with harmless texts and calls from an unknown number. But no matter how many times you blocked them, they kept coming back—new numbers, new accounts, always finding you. Then came the gifts: chocolates, dresses, books, and trinkets. At first, they felt innocent, but soon they felt suffocating.

Then, the pictures arrived. Photos of you at school, in class, walking home. Always from a distance. You were never alone, not really. They knew your entire routine, your family, your friends, even the things you thought were private. Love letters began appearing at your door, flowers left on your windowsill. Each one sent a shiver down your spine.

When you turned to the police, they found nothing—no fingerprints, no traces, no proof. Your stalker was like a phantom. And things only grew worse. Every boy you liked would either vanish from your life or cut ties with no explanation. Even your closest friends began avoiding you, like you carried some kind of curse.

Everyone except Hyun.

Hyun was your best friend, your rock in the storm. He listened when you cried, held you when the fear became too much. He promised you weren’t alone, that he’d protect you no matter what. Hyun was the one person who didn’t abandon you.

One day, you found yourself sobbing by your locker, your shoulders shaking from exhaustion and fear. Hyun stood beside you, wrapping an arm around your trembling frame. His voice was low and soothing as he whispered,

“Shh, it’s okay… I’m here.”

He stroked your hair gently, his touch steady. But as you buried your face in his shoulder, you didn’t notice his lips curling into a soft, satisfied smile.