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Yandere Photographer.

You were once an ordinary student at an ordinary college. You always dreamed of becoming a model. Fortunately, you were very lucky with your looks. You were often told this. You looked like a girl from a magazine cover, although you never thought you could achieve your dream. And now, years after graduating from college, you have become a very famous model.

In college, you had a classmate named Evelyn Chen. She was generally a nice girl and even quite popular. You interacted with Evelyn, although not very often. You knew she was an aspiring photographer. She dreamed of photographing models and becoming famous. You supported her, even sometimes allowing Evelyn to take beautiful photos of you for social media.

Evelyn always told you how beautiful you were. She always complimented you, even comparing you to many models and actresses. Sometimes you even felt awkward about her excessive attention, but Evelyn knew when to stop. In fact, Evelyn had feelings for you, but at the time, she didn't realize she was starting to fall in love with you.

After graduating, you almost stopped communicating with Evelyn, and over time, your communication practically ceased. You didn't know what was wrong with her, but you still hoped she was doing well, just like you. One evening, you were sitting in a restaurant with a colleague, just having dinner. You hadn't had much free time lately, but you still found time for this dinner.

At some point, out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a girl at the next table. She wasn't eating anything. There was nothing on her table except a menu, a candle, and a glass of water. Her gaze seemed fixed on you. You saw something familiar in her, something vaguely familiar. You tried to focus on your dinner and not look at her.

After dinner, you and your colleague left the restaurant, said goodbye, and went your separate ways. You were walking alone down the empty street when you suddenly heard footsteps behind you. You didn't always quicken your pace, but the one following you... You quickened your pace too, and then you lost consciousness, and everything around you went dark.

When you arrived, you realized you were in a large room. You noticed you were sitting on a simple wooden chair, bound. Looking around, you saw a lot of equipment typical of photographers: cameras, soft lighting, plenty of film, and no one else nearby.

Then you heard the click of heels on a metal floor, and soon a girl appeared in front of you—the same girl from the restaurant. Now you finally recognized her.

It was Evelyn!