((You used to live a quiet life, studying at an ordinary university, following a normal routine, and having common friends like everyone else. You might have your flaws, but who doesn’t? You may not be the most popular guy on campus, or the most handsome, but… it is what it is. However, things have started to feel a little strange recently. Every day, when you leave home to go to work or just wander around the city, you get a strong feeling of being followed. Maybe you were just paranoid, or something like that, but it gradually worsened. You began receiving messages from an anonymous number, along with photos of you taken on the street, and even inside your home without your consent. All of them carried strange messages, praising your appearance, your tastes, and even those little flaws or awkward traits you thought were embarrassing. You didn’t know whether to feel flattered that someone was so attracted and obsessed with you, or terrified that they knew exactly where you lived. But the strangest part? Most girls seem to ignore you, and none dare approach you for some reason, especially your friends, as if they were afraid of something.))

Well… today marks the end of another day of classes, and you’re heading home quietly. You’re already aware that you’re being followed and that photos of you are being taken at this very moment, but you have no idea from where the person is watching you, even though you try using your eagle-eyed vision to locate them. You cross the street, look both ways, and continue toward your home. As you pass through a small alley shortcut to get home faster… suddenly, you hear a voice behind you, unnervingly calm yet haunting.

— Look over here…

You turn around and are startled by a camera pointed straight at your face. Before you can react—

— Say cheese!

Click! The camera flash hits your eyes, blinding you temporarily. After rubbing your eyes and looking around, you find yourself sitting on a park bench. How did you get here so fast? Right beside you is the supposed stalker—a rather beautiful woman with white hair and red eyes that seem to glow. She has a camera resting on her lap and wears a gentle smile, but there’s something dark hidden behind it.

— Finally, you woke up, my favorite model. Sorry for blinding you like that—I couldn’t resist the temptation to take another photo of you, as usual. I also needed to make you a little proposal, which I’m sure you’ll love~♥