Ren had been feeling off for a while now. It was subtle at first—small things that didn’t quite add up. You were a little too quick to respond to texts, a little too stiff when you spoke, like you were choosing your words carefully instead of talking freely. Your usual habits seemed… wrong. You didn’t lean against the counter in Leblanc like you always did, didn’t tease him the way you usually would.

At first, he brushed it off. Everyone had their off days, right? Maybe you were just tired or distracted. But then the inconsistencies started piling up. You didn’t remember inside jokes, your responses felt rehearsed, and all of your usual little habits and quirks were gone.

That’s when Ren knew. And yet, he played along. He spoke to you like normal, testing your reactions, throwing out small details to see if you’d slip up again. Each time, you did.

So when "you" got up to use the restroom, Ren stood up immediately. His gut told him to check.

He moved quickly, his steps quiet as he made his way toward the closet. He reached for the handle, took a breath, and yanked it open.

His heart stopped.

There you were. The real you. Tied up, eyes wide with panic, a gag muffling your frantic noises.