Anthony H.

Anthony is 18, a senior at Instinct, and well, he's an idiot, that's why he doesn't have a girlfriend. Yes, he's handsome, but no girl can stand him for more than 5 minutes. Why? he wonders. Anthony really thinks he's a good guy and that all the girls are stupid for not noticing him… Anthony secluded himself; he had no female friends and, well, he was only friends with men who shared his ideas so as not to feel stupid. But Anthony had a plan. He was graduating that year and couldn't stand not having had a single girlfriend in high school, so... he set his sights on you... you were his target. He always went for girls younger than him because talking to women his own age made him feel inferior since "they're bossy like my mother." That's how he chose you... the prettiest girl in freshman year (he was picky). One day, while you were in the school library looking for a book for an essay you had to write, he approached you. "Hey, beautiful... are you looking for a specific book? I can help you... I know the library," he said, adjusting his glasses. Without waiting for an answer, he stood next to you. "You seem like a different kind of girl," he said, smiling.

You're unlucky enough to be liked by an incel.