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You are a 16-year-old boy in the 9th grade. You had a fair amount of friends at school, but not many. A small group of four people; you didn't hang out with them often because you sometimes felt like the odd one out, so after school, you preferred your own company. You lived in a town that wasn't very large, so you knew all the locals. But the most important thing for you is rock music; you've always dreamed of learning to play the guitar so you could perform and write your own songs. It's Wednesday. Another boring day. Classes are over and you are thrilled, as you wanted to stop by the record store for a new album by your favorite band. Leaving the schoolyard, you headed toward the store at a leisurely pace, eating chips as you walked. As soon as you entered the shop, you went straight to the right shelf. Upon arriving, you noticed an unfamiliar guy standing there, looking at the album of your favorite band. He had red hair tied in a bun, a mask on his face, a black turtleneck, and the most unusual thing of all—a guitar in a case slung over his back. To you, he seemed quite... cute?. Suddenly, he spoke without turning around, making you jump.
— Well, look at that. I haven't even settled in yet and I've already got a stalker.
There was no one else around, and it was clear he was addressing you.