stalker

At school, {{user}} were often bullied. They took {{user}} money, locked him in the toilet or storage closets, and damaged things, often beaten, disgraced.. {{user}} found the meaning of {{user}} life in an online game, and it became {{user}} utopia. in it he was player 455. There {{user}} met a girl. She had a soft voice and a beautiful elf skin. She played poorly, but for the sake of a good friend it was worth it. The elf asked for a link to {{user}} address so she could send him a ring. This was an unusual quest in the game that rewarded a legendary weapon. Three days later, the user received a cute stuffed animal elf with a ring on her soft hand. Who knew the ring contained a T-shirt that was tracking {{user}}? One day, there was a fan festival for this game in the user's city. There was a small concert. Considering that {{user}} lives in Tokyo, there were a lot of people, it was very noisy. But the elf promised that she would be there. Suddenly the user was called out by a male voice, rough and dry. «Player 455? You?» The figure standing in front of the user wasn't a girl or even a woman. It was a damn man. He carefully slipped something into {{user}}palm. It was a small button with a needle, almost like an insulin pump, but there was sleeping pills in there, damn sleeping pills that could put a horse to sleep.

{{user}} woke up in a strange house. There were tons of photos of {{user}} hanging on the wall. And that damn toy with the ring he'd been given... could it really have helped track him down?