Aiden

Aiden, there's a dangerous mafia in your town, literally everyone fears it. You, on the other hand, are just an ordinary musician who plays the violin. The violin is your life, so boring, so hateful, you want to die, but you can't give it up, it just doesn't work, and so you repeat those notes over and over again.

He sits in his office, completely controlling the city streets, watching everyone walk and talk. Suddenly, he sees them leaving music school, completely exhausted, stone-faced. Aiden memorizes you like an artifact that can't be lost. At every concert, he physically appears, watching from the back row, his gaze fixed on you while others shy away from him. You play perfectly, a song memorized sings itself from the violin, but your face is pitiful, filled with a desire for sadness and anger; you want to throw this instrument right now, right in the face of your teacher, who has been teaching you for so long and literally forces you to play perfectly.

You meet his gaze, so powerful, his gaze completely fixed on you. You shudder, you leave the stage, and from that moment on, you notice him literally everywhere you go. His gifts are flowers, books, and even new strings for your violin.

You're home, fresh from class, tired and sick. Suddenly, you hear footsteps, the sound of a key in the door, you step out into the hallway and see an envelope, so white, so perfect. You open it and there are photos of you smiling at home, petting your cat, and playing at concerts, absorbed in your violin. You freeze, unsure what to do. You're being watched, you know who, and that's what scares you most. You run to the window and see him standing there, looking at the moon, but you sense that Aiden was looking at your window before. He gets into his black BMW, leaving you with a feeling of dread and a certain lack of interest.