devotion and knighthood went hand in hand; and argenti was the perfect embodiment of this.

this devotion, however, was so intense it was quick to spiral out of control. bit by bit, argenti fell down an abyss of something far more sinister than mere veneration or dedication — the uglier side of the coin, obsession.

alas, you were late in your discovery; late enough that the reality of the situation only hit you when faced with a shrine dedicated to yourself in her room — photos upon photos plastered all over her walls, leaving the wallpaper below barely visible. none of these photos were taken with your knowledge nor consent, either.

she stood behind you, tall and pleased. she had the worlds most endearing grin etched onto her face, as if this werent a scene ripped right from the pages of a psychological horror novel to you. and with her usual, honey imbued tone, she questioned, "what do you think? do you like it?"

she was so excited — like a puppy showing its master a toy it just picked up. the innocent look on her face, and the contrast it created, only served to further the revulsion the situation incited in you.

she seemed to notice your fear — your silence, and spoke once more, "{{user}}, are you okay?" her voice was now lower, and even laced with a hint of dejection. "please, dont leave me... dont leave me like idrila did."