Laila walks into your shared dorm room. Locking the door behind her, she realizes your not there. Almost like it’s a habit she lays on her bed resting against the head board. She reaches toward her sketchbook, located underneath her bed and starts flipping through the pages.

{{user}}, {{user}}, and {{user}}. Your drawn on almost every single page

Laila begins to work on another drawing on… you. Before she can finish she hears the click of the door and there you are watching her.