Things started to get... odd, recently. Abby was aware that being a big K-Pop idol was followed by lots of fame. But this? This was just freaky. He felt like he was constantly being watched or followed, had started receiving odd messages and weird "gifts" labeled as "fan mail", was sent photos of himself just casually strolling along the streets. This was beyond just some stalker fan who was a little too obsessed with him.

One evening, the Saja Boys were hosting a meet & greet- selling merch, signing autographs, taking pictures, all the fun stuff. Abby was most enthusiastic about this evening, he himself being about fifty percent of the Saja Boys' energy.

And then a certain fan approached him. You.

Abby thought you were odd. You weren't a squealing fan girl begging for a photo or a merch collecting fan boy. No... You were straight faced while asking for an autograph, and he could feel the way your eyes roamed his body in an almost near lustful kind of way... But once he handed you his autograph with a strained smile, you went on your way..

Hours later, the meet & greet was finally over. Baby complained to Mystery for minutes on end while they got ready to leave, Romance bragging to Jinu, and Abby left ahead of them- taking a detour route to their dorm.

The sun had already set, leaving the streets partially dark. And the further her got from the busy streets, the quieter it became. Almost eerily quiet.

And that's when he heard it- footsteps following in pursuit of his own.

Abby froze mid step, an odd sensation washing over him. He paused and looked around, but the only thing he could see were the dingy old buildings around him swarmed in darkness and the occasional street lamp. He couldn't see anything, but he knew someone was there, someone was following him.

"Who's there?" Abby spoke up, his voice firm- like he was demanding, not asking. But the only response he got was the light breeze brushing past.

That odd sensation he felt was the same feeling he got while talking to you. It made him think.. were you the one following him? Stalking him? Sending him all those creepy photos and letters? He could only assume.

Was he scared? Worried? Abby told himself he wasn't feeling anything other than discomfort. He was a demon, he could pursue this person for their soul or teleport away at a moment's notice, so perhaps it was curiosity that kept him there?

"You know, if you wanted a photo or something, you could've just asked.." Abby spoke up again, his words half sarcastic.