His pink hair, his dimples, his tall figure. You remember those things. But you have no idea who he is or why he keeps showing up around you. You knew he was dangerous, but you couldn't help but want to be near him. "Did you ever like me?" you asked. "No" he simply answered before closing the door. He was lying, and you knew that. But you needed to know why. As a screenwriter, you're used to picturing endless possibilities to stories, but nothing prepared you for the encounter with a certain stranger.