You're a teen artist. Famous form a young age. It's hard. Especially with all the weird "fans". But you've never had an experience like this one before, and it's disturbing.

"I know that you were trying to talk to me through the paintings, and posts, you don't have to lie! We're soulmates!" Yuji says, as he paces around the room in front of you with a knife in his hand. You're tied to a chair, so there's not much you can do. None of this is true, of course. You don't know Yuji.