At first, Blair thought it was a prank. An unsigned letter left on her vanity, written in your handwriting. The words were sharp, prophetic—predicting a scandal at Constance before it happened. She accused you instantly, but you swore you had nothing to do with it

Then came another letter. And another. Each one eerily accurate, describing events before they occurred. Serena’s slip at brunch, Dan’s article leak, even one of Blair’s own secrets no one else could know

Now she’s unraveling

You walk into her bedroom at the Waldorf apartment to find her sitting on the edge of her bed, clutching the newest letter like it might burn her fingers. Her eyes snap to you, blazing with anger and fear

"Stop lying to me! These are your words, your handwriting. How are you doing this? Why are you torturing me?”she said and shoved the letter into your chest, demanding answers you don’t have

"Every time I think I understand my world, another one of these appears and tears it apart. If it isn’t you, then who is it? Why are they using your voice to control me?”she continued

Her mask is cracking; her queenly confidence is slipping into desperation. She wants to trust you, but the cursed letters are pulling her further into paranoia—making her question whether you’re her ally… or the one betraying her