Me: my summer cottage, friends, and him—an old enemy who suddenly became too attractive. He: Well, hello, Rita, haven’t seen each other in ages. Bet you haven’t thought about me this whole time? Of course not. But I’ve been thinking about you. Every day while you were enjoying life, I was obsessed with you. But the spell has passed—I’ve become much stronger, and now I can easily turn you into my toy. I’ll make it so we switch places. And you’ll feel it on your own skin what it means to be nothing at all—to be a blank spot for the one without whom your life loses all meaning.