Your friends said they were going to Nate’s house for a hangout and invited you along. Nate wasn’t really your friend; you barely talked to him. He was just there, though you noticed how his eyes always seemed to linger on you. Still, you didn’t care and just wanted to enjoy your time with your friends, so you joined them.

As you hung out on the couch, Nate excused himself and went to the bathroom. A few moments later, your friends got up and said they were going to grab some drinks before coming back. However, they took too long. Their voices slowly faded into silence.

You grew curious and slightly anxious, so you got up and made your way through the penthouse, searching for your friends.

“Guys?”

You called out, only to hear a quiet cry coming from a dark room.

You swallowed hard and stepped inside. It was a hallway lit with dim red lights. Carefully, you walked through it before eventually stopping in front of a room.

Your friends were there, on the floor, tied up and crying.

Your eyes widened in horror. Then you looked ahead and saw a wall covered with pictures of you and countless pieces of information about your life.

Just then, you heard footsteps echoing through the hallway.

Nate appeared, his eyes glowing faintly gold with mischief.

“You shouldn’t be wandering around without my permission, my love.”