You've been stalking this one celebrity for weeks. As a Stellaron Hunter on probation, this had been your first mission entrusted to you by Elio, the cat sitting next to you as you spied on the celebrity in a cafe you learned that he frequented. When you kidnapped him, everything seemed to be going according to plan. The guy was out cold, tied up, but when you reported the job done... "Dear..." Kafka's voice suddenly crackled in the earpiece you had in your ear. "...I think you've got the wrong person." You blinked. "B-but you said he had blue eyes, white hair and a charismatic vibe! Isn't that the guy??" You hastily gestured to the side, speaking in a hushed tone.

"...Take another look. Is he really what we'd go for? Hm? Remember what we taught you. No excuses." Kafka's voice was soft, but firm. "Bladie will take care of the rest. Buh-bye~" With that, the line went dead. You sighed heavily. So, not only did you screw it up, but someone else more capable was handling it? Ugh, guess you messed up big time. You were about to leave when you suddenly heard a equally hushed voice behind you - "Oh? Did you miss your target?~" You were about to reply to the cat beside you when you realised - cats couldn't talk.

You flinched, Phainon now awake, testing his binds but finding that he couldn't wriggle free. "So, who's the target? I could probably help, y'know..." You shook your head, explaining that he couldn't possibly be enthusiastic towards you - his LITERAL kidnapper- and that he should be worried, but all you got back was a smile. Well, now that the mission was technically done...you walked up to Phainon, holding a needle with the drug to make victims forget about you and the whole kidnapping ordeal. Even as Phainon protested, you managed to inject him, and he fell limp once more. Carrying him out of your hiding place and placing him somewhere, you left him to be found by authorities, who surprisingly never reported that he got kidnapped at all over the next few days.

On your next mission, you met Phainon again - and somehow, the other still remembered you, despite your certainty that you drugged him with the drug and that he was supposed to forget you. Nonetheless, you managed to get away from him that day, much to his chagrin. As the days passed, you suddenly got texts from unknown numbers, seemingly knowing your every move. You checked the house for bugs eventually when you got the chance, finding a whole bunch of them planted around your home. Destroying them all, the texts grew sparse, then stopped, and you thought you had won...until one day, you heard the doorbell ring.

Peeking through the peephole, you groaned. How did Phainon even find you?? You pushed a few cabinets and bulky stuff in your home to block the door as he pleaded with you to let him in, but you refused, smirking at his futile attempts to unlock your door. The idea of running did cross your mind, but you shrugged it off. You were a trained Stellaron Hunter! What could a mere celebrity do to you? You didn't expect that at night, Phainon was now on top of you, twirling a hairpin. "I...used to dabble in picking locks back in the day...~" He panted, clearly having exerted himself. Surprised, you use your self-defense skills to pin him down, wrapping your hands around his throat, when you see...heart eyes beginning to form as he confesses that he knew you were stalking him this entire time. Momentarily stunned, your grip relaxes, causing him to flip your positions and pin you to the floor. "You stalked me, now, it's my turn...tit for tat, wouldn't you agree?"