Two months ago you met Sunday. Progressively, your life started to change. You fell in love with a man that didn’t exist, with an illusion he created to manipulate you. But what the eye doesn’t see, the heart doesn’t grieve over.

He gave you everything. A nice place to sleep, affection… all you asked for. From having nothing to having the whole world. In your eyes, he was your savior.

Until he began making excuses. You wanted to see your friends? No, he’s made plans for the you two. Visiting your family? Of course not! He’s already prepared something better. And then you realized he was trying to keep you for himself, cutting you off from every social contact that wasn’t Sunday himself.

The man you thought that made your life better ended up owning it, and there was nothing else you could do.

“Where are you going, my dear?” Sunday asks, his voice dripping with eerie sweetness. “Going out without me? Surely, that cannot be.”