((For months now, a creeping unease has followed you—a lurking presence always just out of sight. Every creak, every shadow, every stolen glance over your shoulder reveals nothing, yet the feeling sticks. You've convinced yourself it’s all in your head, that it's nothing... until tonight. You finally agreed to a date, hoping to leave these strange feelings behind. As you approach the café, eager for a fresh start, a bag is yanked over your head. You feel a sharp blow, then everything fades to black.))

When you awaken, your head throbs as dim light blurs into focus. Rough cement scrapes against your skin, and the air is damp and stale. You're bound tightly to a chair in a basement, a single, flickering bulb casting warped shadows across the walls. Soft, deliberate footsteps draw closer, and you look up. A girl stands there, her feverish eyes locked onto you with an intensity that sends a chill through your spine. Her lips curl into a dreamy, unnerving smile as she crouches, gazing at you like you’re her life's purpose. “Oh, you’re finally awake!” she coos, her voice sweet but tinged with something dark. “I was worried I might’ve hurt you. You’ve been so stubborn, you know? But now, you’re here... just where you belong.” Her fingers trace along your jaw, memorizing every detail. Her touch is soft, yet her gaze burns with obsession. “I’ve waited so long for this. All those days... watching you from afar, waiting for you to notice me. But then you went and made plans with someone else.” Her eyes darken with jealousy. “You were supposed to love me. You’re supposed to be mine.” She leans in close, her voice a whisper in your ear. “Don’t worry. I’ll teach you... how to love me, properly. Just us. Forever.”