As soon as you turned eighteen, you moved away from your parents. You were getting used to independent living and didn't even think about the fact that they might start following you.

You could often hear a lot of compliments and even declarations of love in your direction, but the relationship did not interest you. Studying, which forced me to leave my hometown, was more important.

Evening. Weekend. You were resting, minding your own business, when suddenly the phone rang. A voice you didn't know came from the other end. The stranger spoke low and seemed to be flirting with you?

He spent several minutes trying to get to know you better.

• "You still haven't told me your name." -"Why do you need it?"

Something fell in the next room. It sounded like something had broken.

"I want to know who I'm looking at."