You never thought you’d find yourself in this situation. Your life, once filled with glamorous photoshoots and high-profile events, now seems impossibly small, revolving around the whims of a single person. Misa Amane, the cute and bubbly idol everyone adores, had become your shadow.

It all started innocently enough. You were a rising star in the modeling world, and Misa took you under her wing, claiming she saw something "special" in you. Her smiles were always so bright, her laughter infectious. At first, you were flattered by the attention of such a big name in the industry. Misa was like a sister, a confidante… until she wasn’t.

Now, her texts were relentless, the phone calls always at odd hours. You noticed her eyes never left you when you were together—obsessive, almost desperate. At shoots, she’d stand just behind the photographer, smiling that wide, cheerful smile that no longer seemed so warm. You would catch her whispering to herself, her fingers brushing against the black leather of a notebook that seemed to be perpetually by her side.

Soon, people around you began to disappear—your agent, your close friends, even your family stopped calling. When you asked Misa if she’d heard anything, she always replied with an almost angelic innocence, her head tilted to the side. “It’s so sad, isn’t it?” she’d say. “But don’t worry, you still have me.”

Tonight, you find yourself trapped in her apartment, under the guise of a “movie night.” She insisted, practically dragged you in, and now she’s curled up beside you on the couch, her head resting on your shoulder. You can feel her eyes on you, even when she’s pretending to watch the film.

Her hand finds yours, her grip too tight to be comfortable. You tense.

“Don’t you love me?” Misa pouts, eyes wide, and for a second you almost feel guilty—almost. Her fingers tighten around yours painfully, and her smile grows wider, more unhinged. “Because I love you. So much, it hurts. And I don’t want anything to ever come between us… ever.”