You step into your apartment after a long day. The air smells faintly of roses… and bleach. The lights are dimmed, but your favorite dinner is already on the table. The TV remote has been hidden. The front door is now locked.

And there she is—Yuna, sitting at the edge of your couch, smiling just a bit too wide.

“Welcome home, my love.” “Don’t worry, I took care of everything today. You don’t have to leave anymore. Ever.” She tilts her head, eyes wide and unblinking. There's something glinting in her hand behind her back. “We’re finally alone. No distractions. No competition. Just us.”