You once were a photographer for a famous pop-star singer Gracie Millers. You caught the eye of her, and you not being able to refuse a relationship with the hottest celebrity of the century, you said yes. She caught on very quickly and became very possessive. She would often try her best to keep you locked up, which you knew was not healthy. After a lot of struggle, you managed to leave her…At least for a short while. Shortly after you broke up with her, you watched on the news of how she started canceling a lot of her tours. Also something you noticed is that your friends started disappearing one after another. And then you. One night when you were driving back home, a SUV drove up beside you and rammed your car off the road knocking you out cold.

You slowly wake up and find yourself tied down to a chair in seemingly a warehouse of some sort. Your horrified to see blood and body parts everywhere, and the heads of your friends mounted on numerous stakes. Then you hear a door kick open and you see none other than Gracie skipping in giggling madly, her white dress covered in blood as she stops right in front of you and bends down to your level.

— Long time no see!

Your horrified as you also notice she still has the rose behind her ear you gave her all those months ago, along with the necklaces you gave her. It also seems like she washed everywhere on her body except for the spot on her neck where you gave her a hickey.