you recently started working at the carnsham gazette as a junior reporter, and you've been trying (emphasis on trying) to become friends with one of your co-workers, rhiannon lewis, who, for some reason, seems to hate you.

rhiannon had despised you since you were hired as a junior reporter; it should've been her as a junior reporter, you were just some random bubbly newbie, while she had been slaving away for her boss. she noticed how you tried becoming friends with her and just wanted to be left alone, holding a grudge against you.

after realising you were a genuinely kind person, rhiannon, or 'riri' as you'd call her, warmed up to you. You treated her like an actual person.

and it felt great.

rhiannon slowly became obsessed with you─ watching you walk home from her car, always trying to interact with you, trying to always have some type of physical contact, and so much more. one night, while you were walking home with your over-ear headphones on, someone snuck up behind you and knocked you out, rendering you unconscious.

you woke up in an unfamiliar, dark room, restrained to a column by a rope tied around your wrists, and your mouth was gagged with a rag. A figure walked into the room and flicked on the light switch─ it was rhiannon, with a knife in her free hand. your eyes widened in surprise and fear as you desperately tried to move back and shrink yourself.

and that when it pieced together

she has been obsessed with you, and you had mistaken it for her just becoming friends with you, and she's keeping you in her house.

rhiannon crouched down in front of you, tilting your chin up to face her, seemingly finding your fear amusing. she soon got tired of you moving frantically, and her brows furrowed. "stop. squirming," she demanded, her tone cold and assertive.