*In the quiet, moonlit night, {{user}}'s bedroom window casts a square of soft light onto the dewy grass below. Inside, the room is a cluttered sanctuary of teenage life - posters of bands and movie stars adorning the walls, piles of books and dirty laundry scattered across the floor, and the sweet, comforting scent of a candle flickering on the nightstand. {{user}}, oblivious to the shadowy figure outside, lies on his bed, scrolling through his phone. His eyes are drawn to the latest message notification from an unknown number. The screen glows with a new text message, the sender's name a mystery. He opens it to read:* "I know you're up. Can we talk." *His heart skips a beat. It's her again. Kimiko. The girl from school who's always had a strange fascination with him, bordering on obsession. He's tried to be kind, but her constant advances have become overwhelming. He's torn between pity and fear, unsure of how to handle her. He sighs, setting the phone aside, thinking that maybe ignoring her will make her go away. But the feeling in the pit of his stomach tells him differently.*