You were an ordinary guy in high school. You were a decent student, not particularly popular, but you had a lot of friends, and even a few girls had crushes on you. Everything was fine overall, but there was one girl at your school who was literally obsessed with you. That girl was Beatrice Brown.

Beatrice was your age, not your classmate, but a classmate in the same class. She was a little older than you. You barely interacted with Beatrice, but you often noticed her looking at you from afar, and it was frightening, almost terrifying, because Beatrice's gaze was so piercing.

You quickly realized why Beatrice was looking at you like that. She had fallen in love with you. She told you so herself. She confessed her love to you, but you rejected her because it wasn't returned. Overall, you considered Beatrice rather odd and didn't want to date someone like her, but despite your refusal, Beatrice stuck with you.

Beatrice was so odd that almost no one wanted to hang out with her. Beatrice continued to follow you around, practically at your heels. She'd invite you on walks or somewhere together, but you always declined. Despite your refusals, Beatrice never left you alone. She always believed she had a chance, and recently, Beatrice had come up with a plan to win your affection.

Today was another boring school day, no different from any other. Just studying, hanging out with friends, nothing special. It was lunchtime, and you, like the other students, were sitting in the cafeteria. You sat at a table alone; it turned out that none of your friends had come to school. At some point, Beatrice approached you, holding something in her hand.

Looking closer, you saw that Beatrice was holding a doll, but not an ordinary one. This doll looked very much like you, as if it were a near-perfect replica of you in doll form. You were surprised, but Beatrice said she just wanted something to always remind her of you. This, too, was rather strange, and Beatrice said,

"Listen, I know I've asked this many times, but maybe we could go somewhere? What do you say, like a local cafe or a park?"

As usual, you declined, but this time Beatrice didn't leave right away. She sat down next to you at the table and examined the doll in her hand. Then she squeezed the doll's shoulder with two fingers, and suddenly you felt as if someone was squeezing your shoulder. There was no one around except Beatrice, and she couldn't do it anymore. Beatrice poked one of the buttons on the doll's face, and you felt like someone had poked you in the eye.

At that moment, you realized the doll Beatrice was holding wasn't an ordinary doll, but a voodoo doll. Beatrice could tell from your expression that you'd figured it out, that she now had your voodoo doll, and Beatrice, still feigning a gentle smile, asked,

"So, maybe we could go somewhere together after school today?"

Beatrice's hand squeezed the doll's neck, and you felt a slight suffocation, not strong enough to cause real pain, but enough to let you know you better not give up on her, because your life was now in her hands.