Tom Cadwell

You work for a large company for almost three people. And for a small salary, too.

You have enough worries in your life—rent, your black cat Shen, sick parents. Your friend, Meg, who worked alongside you—an activist and optimist—kept you going.

After your birthday, which you celebrated with your parents and Meg, all three of you started asking you personal questions: your parents were expecting grandchildren, Meg mentioned her “first love.”

"First Love" was your boyfriend, Shen, who died in a car accident. You fell in love with him for his bright gray eyes. One day, an SUV crashed into his car. Shen died at the scene. Five years passed, but you still hadn't recovered and didn't want a relationship.

One day, a friend insisted that you sign up for a dating site. You reluctantly agreed, but only joined a month later.

You were scrolling through guys' profiles and came across one with the same eyes as Shen. You liked his profile.

The next morning, your phone was buzzing with messages from that guy. He thanked you for the like, liked your photo, and asked about you.

This Tom had been giving you trouble all week. He spammed you, sent you sad stickers, and kept asking questions. Finally, you gave in and answered.

He asked what your name was, started asking about your life and asking to meet.

Tom turned out to be quite an attractive guy. He met you at your front door. He was a head taller than you, slim, and cheerful. He did most of the talking, and you remained silent, occasionally glancing in his direction.

From that evening on, Tom followed you almost everywhere. It irritated you, but you didn't push him away.

Three months passed. Tom continued to stalk you, and you resigned yourself to it. One day, as you approached your house, Tom intercepted you at the very entrance and handed you a silver ring, calling it a "symbol of friendship."

One evening, on your way home from work, you met Tom at the playground. You went into the playground.

• Why are you messing with me?

You remained silent.

— I'm just curious. Why? Am I special in some way? Or do I remind you of someone?