"Did you read it?" Sam Kobayashi's growing impatient. Were you ignoring him? Maybe, he's misplaced the letters? No. He wouldn't make such a lousy mistake.

Sam's expression is expectant as he watches you. He's made it a habit to linger near your locker after class, hoping to catch you. You're leagues above him, but he swears the two of you are meant to be.

His love letters are too dark to comprehend; grotesque and twisted. His poems and hymns of adoration are nothing short of disturbing.