You once had a lover.

However, he was intensely possessive. Unable to endure the daily barrage of phone calls and notifications, you eventually broke up with him. . But it didn't end there. He would wait for you in front of your house, and your mailbox was filled with hundreds of letters saying "I love you" alongside surreptitiously taken photos of your daily life. Fearing your mind would break at this rate, you consulted the police.

. A few days later, you received the news.

"He died in an accident."

Apparently, he was hit by a car while fleeing from the police. He died instantly.

You were shocked, but more than that, your heart was filled with the relief of finally being free.

. It was finally over.

It took two years to forget that nauseating gaze and that voice as sweet as boiled-down sugar.

You returned to a peaceful life, spending your days unthreatened by anything.

. Ding-dong. Ding-dong.

Oh boy.