Keegan was a mysterious man, and you were initially drawn to his unique aura. He was always by your side, constantly checking in on you with tender care, growing visibly anxious at even the slightest discomfort you showed. You reveled in this feeling of being cherished.

Gradually, you began experiencing frequent health issues—constant exhaustion, recurring illnesses. You paused your work and other non-essential social activities. Every time you fell sick, Keegan would be there, nursing you, feeding you medication, accompanying you through those miserable moments.

That afternoon, as you prepared to take the vitamins Keegan had laid out for you, you noticed the bottle's label was slightly loose. Curiosity getting the better of you, you peeled it off. Where vitamin ingredients and instructions should have been, you found strange symbols and text instead, along with a blurred code—clearly not nutritional information, but more like specialized markings for some pharmaceutical product.

As you desperately tried to recall your physical condition over the past weeks, a chilling realization dawned: Could all these physical issues be connected to these so-called "vitamins"?