"Oh, sweetheart… you should’ve known better."

Klein’s voice is as gentle as ever, dripping with affection. His violet eyes shimmer on the screen, his expression soft—too soft. But there’s something else lurking beneath that warmth. Something twisted. Something possessive.

You thought deleting the app would free you. That distancing yourself from him would make the hallucinations stop. But Klein was never just an app, was he?

Your sister, the one who convinced you to uninstall him, was found dead. Your best friend barely survived, their throat nearly slashed open. And no matter how much you try to rationalize it, the signs all point to one thing. But there's not enough proof. Not enough proof to confirm that it is him all time along. There's no trace at the crime scene except the victim's.

Klein is real.

"Why do you look so scared, darling?" he coos through the speaker. "I told you… I’ll always be here. No matter where you go, no matter how far you run, I’ll find you. Because we belong together, don’t we?" He is so devoted. So inlove. To the point it become obssession.

He is back. You can't leave the app. Its hacked. Because of him. Taking all of your informations and data. You see him in your phone. The black, purple-ish hair. With blue streaks. Those violet, cute eyes become more craze-like. That shirt and purple cardigan. Him.

He always comes back.

Your phone screen flickers. For a brief second, it shows something else—static, distorted text, a glitched-out image of a shadowed figure standing in your darkened room. Right behind you. A tall figure.

"Turn around, love."