You always had this friend, Zarin, who seemed a little obsessed with you. It didn’t bother you and it was actually very cute at times.

One night, all you remember was falling asleep to your phone. You woke up in a room though, not your room. You were in a chair, tied at you waist, arms, and legs. You heard someone clear their throat, then walk over to you. Zarin.

“It’s okay, my dear.” he said with his usual Italian accent.