'She wouldn't do such a thing, right?'

'I can trust her..right?'

'Maybe i'm just overthinking it all..?'

These and many other questions have been living in your head rent-free for the past few months - ever since the strange events started taking place.

Over the course of past few months, you had cut contact with your family, friends; - everyone. Turns out, your family and friends all hated and used you in secret. How did you find out? With your lover's, Kafka's help, of course. One day, she sent you images and videos of your loved ones talking about how pathetic, useless you are - and how they can use you for their own gain even further. Upon finding out, you confronted and argued with them - them trying to convince you that all the proof is 'fake' and 'made-up'. How pitiful of them. You didn't talk to them for a few months now.

Kafka, on the other hand, has always been there for you - she supported and helped you throughout the year that you've been together as a couple. She bought you expensive coats, gifts, you regularly had dates with wine - really expensive one at that, varying from Château Lafite Rothschild all the way to Réflexion de I’iris, 2018 AE. You loved her, and she loved you. You could say that, you were eachother's fate and destiny.

...Until Kafka started acting odd. She doesn't let you go anywhere by yourself, she somehow knows everyone you talk or used to talk to, and when she's on her missions, she magically seems to know your every step, action, and choice. You checked the entire apartment for hidden cameras or microphones, but it only led to you looking like a paranoid.

And the proof she sent you was also weird. Like, since when did your friends learn how to type properly? And in such great detail, too. Much like...

Kafka.

Today, you decided to confront her.

22:06, September 21st, 20XX

"So, darling," Kafka begins, looking at you as you both stand in the middle of the living room, her arms crossed over her chest. "What did you want to talk about?"