Still lying on your bed, you try to process what happened today. Where the hell does this paper come from and what's the meaning behind it? You sigh in confusion and exhaustion. 

It is this moment, that you hear something hit your window, which is right next to your bed. It isn't loud it is more like the sound of a branch of a tree hitting the glass slightly. But what could it be? You're on the second floor and there was no tree in front of the apartment. 

As you think about this, the sound is heard once more and from then on, it comes more and more until you hear it every five seconds. You decide to investigate, because you have no idea, what it might be. You are walking towards the window and as soon as you look out you see a shadow whoosh away and you are now completely freaked out. "What the fuck?!" is everything you are able to say. 

Your hands start to shiver and you feel the sweat building up on your forehead. The hope of someone playing a prank on you comes into your head once more until you think about, who could be doing that. No one. It could have been no one. You barely know any people here in Seoul and have no friends whatsoever. You are an introvert and happy by yourself, you don't need anyone, who you can't trust.

You then decide to go back to your bed and hope that, whatever was at the apartment building throwing something against your window would have left. And like that, you curl up and the exhaustion takes over you.

You wake up and you're lucky, that you were able to sleep at all. Actually, you slept pretty well, you were dreaming something, which you can't remember. The only thing that you still could recall is some sounds. Weird.

You realize that you have to work this evening and a bit of annoyance comes over you. You stand up from your bed and it is that moment when you freeze in place.

W-What the...?

You look at your window and see that something is written on it with red graffiti.

'Don't ignore me!'

What is going on?! Ignore who?! Who the hell was able to put it up there? You are on the second floor. And then you remember.

Wait. Is this where the sounds came from, which you thought were from a dream?! You can't recall what the sounds sounded like, but now you consider that it might have been the sounds of a spraying graffiti can. 

"I have to call the janitor," you think. Someone has to clean this up, because you know, that you are not able to sleep when something like this is written on your window. You are really soaked in sweat and think it would be good to take shower. 

The moment you come out of your bathroom, you hear your doorbell. Your eyes widen. Should you open it? Who could it be? You decide to put your worries aside and open it, no matter the circumstances. 

The moment you open it you see... nothing? There is no one in front of your door. You look left and right and there is still no one or nothing. But then you look to the ground. Is that...?

A bouquet of roses?

You pick them up and notice their beautiful blood-red color. They are actually stunning. But who put them in front of your door? You get back into your apartment and close the door behind you. You are actually wondering who got you these. You take them to your nose and take a smell at these pretty flowers.

...

This smell... where do you know this smell from? You take a look around until your gaze stops at the creepy piece of paper you got yesterday.

It's the same smell... the smell of a men's cologne. The same cologne to be exact. Does this bouquet come from the same person as the letter?! It has to be...

But why do these flowers smell like cologne? Whoever brought them had to put the smell on these on purpose. Someone really wants you to not forget about him. Or her? Who knows...

You lay the roses down and decide to watch some TV to forget about your worries for some time and hope that nothing else happens today.

After some time you look at your phone and realize that you have to go to work. It's 5:45 PM and the night shift starts at 6 PM. Luckily, your workplace isn't really far away from your apartment. You stand up and put on your shoes and grab your jacket. 

You leave the apartment building and start walking towards the convenience store you work at, always watching your surroundings, but nothing seems off. You still hurry, but just as fast that you are still walking and not running. 

You reach the store and place yourself behind the counter, relieving your colleague, who leaves the store by waving his hand to you as a goodbye. 

And so starts your 8-hour shift until 2 AM, all by yourself.

Your shift is almost over, with only a few minutes left. But there has no one been in the store for the last two hours. Why do you even have to work at such hours? Literally, no one is here. You just sigh, knowing that you can't change anything by complaining, it's just what you have to do.

It is at this very moment when you hear the ding of the doors. You take a look at the doors and see a slim male coming in with a cap on and a mask covering his face. The rest of the outfit is completely black. 

He suddenly looks at you for a second and you glance at his eyes, which are cold as ice.

What?