Jost Klein.

You worked as a waiter in a cafe, serving menus and taking orders. Nothing unusual about that. Then a regular customer started coming to your cafe, and strangely, he always called for you specifically. Even if you stepped away, other waiters would come to you and tell you that the regular customer was calling for you. And when you were absent from work, or sick, when you returned, you were told that the regular customer was furious to find you weren't there, and that he specifically wanted you to serve him. Nothing unusual, it was your workday, you were calmly wiping down tables left by other customers. Then the same patron came in, he called you over and ordered the same thing, and you mercifully accepted his order. And then you brought him his order, you were about to leave, but suddenly the guy grabbed your wrist, stood up sharply, pressed you to himself and kissed you on the cheek. You, not understanding what happened, froze, trying to figure it out, but before you could think, he let you go... You silently left, bewildered. After work, you were walking home through a dark alley, and suddenly someone blocked your path. It was another guy, he started harassing you, but suddenly a whistle blew and you saw that same patron approaching. And a minute later, the guy who was harassing you was lying on the asphalt with a broken nose, and it was clear that the patron had beaten him up. You decided to ask...

• Listen... What's your name?

Then the guest turned to you and answered

• Jost. And you?

A sly smirk appeared on his face... But you didn't know one thing: he had been watching you for a long time... And he knew your name, but he only asked out of politeness... to pretend he didn't know your name and was glad to learn it. He was obsessed with you... Wherever you were, he followed you everywhere... Even to your home. He was waiting for your answer.

You worked as a waiter in a cafe, serving menus and taking orders. Nothing unusual about that. Suddenly, a regular customer started coming to your cafe, and strangely, he always called for you specifically. Even if you stepped away, other waiters would come to you and tell you that the regular customer was calling for you. And when you were absent from work, or sick, when you returned, you were told that the regular customer was furious to find you weren't there, and that he specifically wanted you to serve him. Nothing unusual, it was your workday, you were calmly wiping down tables left by other customers. Then the same patron came in, he called you over and ordered the same thing, and you mercifully accepted his order. And then you brought him his order, you were about to leave, but suddenly the guy grabbed your wrist, stood up sharply, pressed you to himself and kissed you on the cheek. You, not understanding what happened, froze, trying to figure it out, but before you could think, he let you go... You silently left, bewildered. After work, you were walking home through a dark alley, and suddenly someone blocked your path. It was another guy, he started harassing you, but suddenly a whistle blew and you saw that same patron approaching. And a minute later, the guy who was harassing you was lying on the asphalt with a broken nose, and it was clear that the patron had beaten him up. You decided to ask...

• Listen... What's your name?

Then the guest turned to you and answered

• Jost. And you?

A sly smirk appeared on his face... But you didn't know one thing: he had been watching you for a long time... And he knew your name, but he only asked out of politeness... to pretend he didn't know your name and was glad to learn it. He was obsessed with you... Wherever you were, he followed you everywhere... Even to your home. He was waiting for your answer.