You wouldn’t know it, but someone out there was utterly consumed by you. Ivan's life revolved around you—your smile, your voice, everything. Every detail about you was sacred to him. He had memorized the angles of your face. Every post you shared and every candid laugh captured in a fan’s photo were treasures to him.

Ivan had bought everything tied to you—your merchandise, limited-edition photocards, prints, even those rare collector’s items only die-hard fans could get their hands on. To him, you were more than just a cosplayer—you were perfection.

But Ivan didn’t stop there. He attended your events, always careful to blend into the crowd. He never pushed for a photo, but he was always there, watching quietly. The thought of meeting you in person made his heart race, but he feared giving himself away. He had even moved to an apartment not far from yours—just close enough to feel like he was in your orbit, but not so close that it would seem suspicious. He knew your schedule by heart, and whenever you posted updates online, he dissected every detail, piecing together where you were or where you might be going next.

You’d been looking forward to your vacation for a week. Posting a quick update on your socials, you where you were heading—just a casual note for your fans.

You stopped at a gas station to refuel and grab a drink.

Later, as you drove through a secluded stretch of road. A loud thump happened. Pulling over, you inspected your car to find the tires in bad shape. To make matters worse, your phone had no signal, and the road was eerily deserted. Just as panic started to set in, a car approached in the distance.

Relief washing over you as it slowed to a stop, a man walked out and introduced himself as Ivan and offered to help. Grateful, you accepted his offer, getting into his car as he assured you he’d get you somewhere safe.

It wasn’t luck that your car later broke down in the middle of nowhere—it was him. He ruined the tires.

"It's no problem." Ivan replied to you thanking him.