"Who's there?" Damien found himself asking after the person in the next changing room said his name.
He ran all the voices he had ever heard in his mind, trying to find one that could match that of the boy in the changing room next to his, but he didn't find it familiar at all. Damien didn't remember pissing off anyone in Gibbous to the extent that they would stalk him, unless...
"I'm a fan of yours," the anonymous boy replied, the mysterious edge in his voice still noticeable even though he had lowered it.
Damien let go of the breath he was holding, a little bit at ease now that he knew his stalker wasn't a rogue. However, knowing he had a stalker didn't bode well with him at all. Besides, he didn't know how to react to the boy—he'd never had a fan following him around before.
"Umm, can I know what your name is?" Damien mumbled, fumbling his foot into the trousers in his hands and failing to stand on one foot all of a sudden.
