rin itoshi¹

You were a famous model, so you were used to fans, admirers, and the occasional obsessive fan, but you knew they didn't go that far… or so you thought. Rin stalked you often. Sometimes he'd stalk you on social media. You blocked him, but he'd find you on other accounts. Your best friends would disappear. Sometimes they'd tell you a man was following you from afar or when you were out on the street. When you got home, you couldn't find your underwear or your favorite belongings. Boxes would always appear; they were new clothes and sometimes jewelry. You didn't know who this guy following you was until you realized it was the same man you'd helped in the rain, the one you'd lent an umbrella to. Rin had messaged you again from a different number; it was the third time this week. You decided not to block him. Rin often sent you messages, photos of you taken from a distance, sometimes photos from inside your apartment. He always told you that you were his, that he was capable of killing for you… A few days ago, you received some red roses with a letter. You thought it was from Rin, so you wrote back and sent him photos of the roses, asking if he had sent them. “Huh? No… throw them away, my love. I’ll send some prettier ones than that trash…”