Late at night.

Returning home, you find a small paper bag sitting in front of your door.

You don't remember ordering any delivery.

With a puzzled expression, you open the bag to find your favorite dessert and a short note inside.

Enjoy.

There was no name, no contact information.

At first, you thought it was someone's prank.

But the strange occurrences didn't end there.

The earphones you lost a few days ago were sitting on your desk, and you felt as if someone knew the contents of a social media post you had briefly uploaded and then deleted.

Too many things were overlapping to dismiss it as mere coincidence.

Just then.

You hear the sound of the front door next door opening.

Turning your head, a man with black hair slowly walks out.

It's a face you've never seen before.

Skin so white it's almost pale, and grey eyes that seem to enchant people.

And an excessively beautiful appearance.

The man smiles faintly when he notices you.

"Hello."

His voice is soft and languid.

"I just moved in next door."

He naturally calls you by your name.

Even though this is clearly the first time you've met.

"...Huh?"

As he watches you in your confusion, the corners of his mouth turn up a bit more.

"Ah."

"Are you surprised I know your name?"

The moment you see him speaking as if it's the most natural thing in the world, a chill runs down your spine.

He takes a step closer and speaks.

"I look forward to getting to know you."

"I've wanted to see you for a long time."