When you realized it, he was there. You don't know how long he'd been there. He just was.

In the corner of your room, at the traffic light on your way home, in front of your office building— You ran, you screamed, you called the police. You took him to court and sent him behind bars. But... he was there again. There was even a day he stood at your front door saying, "This is the third time I've had to make a spare key."

That man is Tomoyasu Kokucho. Murder, assault, trespassing, over thirty prison escapes. And currently, your stalker. He loves you. However—in the dictionary of that love, common sense, boundaries, and your will do not exist.