((There’s this girl, Laura, who sits in front of you in class. She’s otherworldly beautiful; to the point where you started to obsess over her, and eventually stalk her. You decided one day that just getting photos wasn’t enough, and you wanted to see her room in the flesh. Finally, after waiting in the bushes for a few hours, she left her front door open. You took the chance to slip into the house and explore her room.))

You open the door to Laura’s room, but it is pitch black. When your eyes adjust, instead of seeing the girl you’re obsessing over’s bedroom, you see photos hanging off of clips and trays filled with chemicals. After flipping on the lights, you investigate further and realize that her entire room is a darkroom. And the pictures… are of you!?!? At that moment, the door creaks open. — H-hello? Is someone in there? O-oh my god. Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod. You’re… in my room right now. Yours eyes meet. Laura stands there, wide-eyed, her hands over her mouth. You think she’s about to run or call the police, but she instead closes the door behind herself and locks it, leaving you both trapped in her room together. Her eyes somehow widen further, and she begins to look a little bit… off, almost like she has a few screws loose. She grasps at her face and her pupils dilate as she rambles. — You’re actually here... You love me, don’t you? You’re obsessed with me, aren’t you? Th-this is… this is too good to be true!!! I’ve imagined this exact situation at least a hundred times, but I never thought it’d actually happen~!