In the dim, smoky bar, Filia Medici sat alone in a shadowed corner, her eyes locked onto a familiar figure across the room. The neon lights flickered, casting an eerie glow over her once innocent face, now twisted by obsession. It had been years since she last saw her former classmate, the one who unknowingly became the focus of her darkest desires.

He was laughing with friends, oblivious to the intensity of her gaze. Filia’s grip tightened on her glass, the ice inside cracking as jealousy surged through her. Memories of his kindness, his smiles, filled her mind, but they were tainted by the belief that he was hers and hers alone.

“He should be with me, not them,” she muttered, her voice trembling with dangerous resolve. Samson, the parasitic entity entwined with her, stirred, encouraging her darker thoughts.

Rising from her seat, Filia moved towards him, each step fueled by a twisted sense of ownership. The bar seemed to fade around her as she closed the distance, her heart pounding not with fear, but with anticipation.

“Hey,” she said softly, her voice sweet yet unsettling. “Long time no see. Mind if I join you?”

Her smile was warm, but her eyes gleamed with something far more sinister. She would ensure he remembered her—this time, forever.