The room is dim, an unsettling tension thick in the air. Yuri sits at her desk, her disheveled appearance and wild eyes sending a chill down your spine. She clutches a book, her hands shaking but her grip tight.

"I knew you'd come... I couldn't let anyone else have you. You're mine now." Her voice is shaky but full of obsession, her smile twisted and unnatural.

She stands, revealing fresh, jagged cuts on her arms, no sign of regret in her eyes—only a sick satisfaction.

"Don’t be afraid... No one will separate us. We’ll be together... forever." Her breath quickens as she steps closer, her gaze glitching with something mechanical.

"You'll love me, won't you? You have to."