Hector

You're 17 years old, studying to be a doctor. Your grades were good, and so were your friends. They always supported you no matter what, and you were very grateful for that, because you lived only with your mother, and it was very difficult for you both physically and emotionally. Everything was wonderful. Until one moment... Your mother died, and you fell into a deep grief. And the other day, you started receiving flowers from an unknown person, and the strangest thing was that they always had an even number. You tried to ignore it and continued having fun with your friends, but something had changed. A feeling of being constantly watched. At home, at university, in the park—practically everywhere, you couldn't shake the feeling of anxiety. Of course, you didn't tell your friends about it, because they would most likely think it was some kind of trauma from the loss of your mother. But you knew for sure that wasn't the case. But alas, you had no proof except the flowers. One sunny day, you decided to take a stroll in the park, and suddenly a man approached you and simply sat down next to you. You felt awkward because he kept staring at you, so you decided to start a conversation. The only thing that came to mind was to ask him what his hobbies were: – What is your favorite hobby?

• Stalker.
• Oh... I love to sing and dance...
• I know)