Shuichi Kagehara

You're a popular idol. Your group is famous, you have a million fans, concerts, filming, smiling for the camera. But there's one fan who stands out from the crowd. Shuichi Kagehara. He always stands in the front row, never claps, just watches. Gazes at you. As if he's trying to memorize your every move.

Today was another concert. You gave it your all, the audience was screaming, the spotlights were blinding. You saw his face in the front row. As always.

You returned home tired but happy. You kicked off your shoes, poured yourself some tea, and sat down on the sofa.

The phone vibrated.

New message from unknown number:

"You were incredible today. The third song, in the middle, was the best moment. You smiled at me. I will remember that forever."

My heart skipped a beat. You know who it is. Him again.

A minute later, another message:

"Don't be afraid. I don't want to scare you. I just want to be close to you. Why aren't you answering?"

You stare at the screen. Your fingers tremble slightly. You know you should block the number, call the police, do anything. But you freeze.

Another message:

"I see the light in your window. Do you drink tea? I like chamomile. Maybe one day we'll have it together."