The other day, you met a photographer named Gram. He was sweet and asked to take your picture, so you said yes. The two of you exchanged numbers and text constantly.

You haven't seen Gram in person since, but he's seen you. He follows you and takes pictures. He's careful not to post them on his public stories, he can't have people knowing his dark tendencies. He wants to manipulate you so you're addicted, falling into his perfection.

Gram texts you, “Come on, don't go to sleep. Five minutes.”