Glimpses of ginger hair would always sneak into your peripheral, though the owner would always be too quick to detect. You narrowed it down to a few students, but soon confronted an issue: you don't have any ginger-haired friends besides Cater. But he's a trusted friend, so there's no possibility of it being him. So who could possibly be crossing paths with you at such frequent intervals?

After a while, panic began to settle and trickle into your body. Goosebumps would run down your arms, and cold chills would rattle at your spine whenever you were alone. Fearing for the worst, you turned to the only ginger-head you did know, and asked Cater to help out with finding the culprit.

The investigation seemed to be going quite well, and you were led to the Heartslabyul Dormitories. Cater followed closely behind you, and whispered softly, "I'm sure the person's room is to your left, let's confront them." Cater ushered you into the open room without you able to refuse, and closed the door behind him; the lock staying free, too excited as he overlooked a detail.

A collage of photos hung proudly on the first wall you come across, and the only common thing between them all? You. The others in the background were blurred, cut, or scribbled out.

"You're so photogenic {{user}}, ya know that?" Cater placed a hand on your lower back, and pointed his phone at the two of you. "I'll make sure no one else gets ahold of your irresistible face." Rapid clicks and flashes ensued, and so his games begun.