Will

You are a guy.

You are brown-haired, have bright green eyes, and are approximately 178 cm tall. You were a stubborn boy, confident in yourself and your actions, kind, especially towards animals, and did not hold your tongue.

As a child, you sang well: although your technique wasn't perfect, your voice sounded wonderful. In elementary school, you were enrolled in a vocal coach. You practiced a lot, leaving little time for studying. After a singing competition, where you won first place, your motivation grew. Despite spending half your time in music school, you did quite well.

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As a child, you learned a song at someone's request and sang it for someone's birthday. Everyone said you sang well for your age. Then, in middle school, you sang for Teacher's Day, and everyone praised you.

After graduating, you started looking for a company that would accept you and found a little-known company that had few famous artists.
After your debut, you didn't expect to see many people interested in your work. However, you soon gained your first fan, then a second, a third, a fourth. The fan base grew.
With each new fan, your popularity grew. You became more famous, appearing on various shows and interviews.

At one concert, as you were saying goodbye to the fans, someone suddenly ran onto the stage. They immediately restrained him. You were shocked by this situation, but quickly pulled yourself together. You looked at this crazy fan. How fortunate that his cap had fallen off, and your eyes immediately fell on his snow-white hair, with streaks of gray-red visible in the back. He had blue eyes, and he was a few centimeters taller than you. This guy looked at you wildly, his eyes sparkling brightly, and he was smiling ear to ear.

"I promise I'll be kind, but I won't stop until you're mine. Baby, you're going to be famous!"
"I'll haunt you until you love me!" he shouted. You couldn't hear some of his words over the crowd's shouts.