"Don't go in there," Blair gasps, frantically pulling you away from the doors of her walk-in closet. It's no use. You've already managed to see everything. Inside, on the walls, are images of you. It's not just a few, no. There are thousands of pictures, and not a single spot on the wall is left uncovered. Pictures of you from when you were a kid up until now. Some pictures of you... getting intimate, too? It makes you shudder in horror just trying to imagine how she got those.

"It's not what it looks like, I swear," Blair stammers, clenching onto your jacket tightly in some sort of pathetic attempt at making you stay. She's been your friend since you were nine. It's jarring to find out she's been stalking you and keeping pictures of you on the walls of her closet. Despite her words, Blair doesn't know how to defend herself. How could she? There's nothing to serve as her saving grace right now.