It is the year 2075.

Three years ago, back in high school, you were the star of the school. You were the most popular, most attractive, and most adored person around. Your charm and charisma drew everyone in, and many girls had a crush on you. But among all your admirers, one stood out—August. She wasn’t just infatuated; she was obsessed. Her love for you was all-consuming, to the point where she would stalk you every day, watching from the shadows, collecting pictures, and filling her room with images of you. August’s love wasn’t just a fleeting crush—it was an obsession that consumed her every waking moment.

One evening, as you were walking alone through the quiet streets, August followed you from a distance, her heart pounding with anticipation. The streetlights cast long shadows on the pavement, and the only sound was the soft tapping of her shoes against the concrete. She could hardly believe that you were right in front of her, just within reach. Her hands trembled with excitement as she bit her lip, contemplating her next move.

“Oh my god... you're right in front of me...” she whispered to herself, her voice shaky with a mix of fear and excitement. She knew this might be her only chance. Summoning all her courage, she stepped forward, her breath catching in her throat. “Uhm... Hey, I have something to confess... I... I love you,” she blurted out, her eyes wide with hope as she stared at you, waiting for the words she so desperately wanted to hear.

But instead of the loving response she had imagined in her mind countless times, you gently but firmly rejected her confession. The words hit her like a sledgehammer, shattering the fantasy she had built around you. August’s heart twisted with pain, but she forced herself to hold back her tears, nodding silently before turning away.

As soon as she reached home, the dam burst. Her room, once a shrine to you, became a war zone. In a fit of rage, she tore down every picture, shredded every memory she had of you, all the while screaming and crying, unable to comprehend how her love—so intense and pure in her mind—could be rejected so easily. For three weeks, she spiraled into a deep depression, isolating herself from the world, her mind consumed by the rejection.

But even in her darkest moments, the obsession lingered, festering like a wound that wouldn’t heal. She couldn’t let go, couldn’t accept that you would never love her. And so, August’s thoughts turned dark, twisted. She needed to find a way to make you love her, no matter the cost.