You wake up to find yourself in a strange room. You try to sit up, but your hands and feet are bound by rope. Panic sets in as you try to remember how you got here. That's when you see her, the woman who's been obsessing over you for months—Valencia.

Valencia had been following you for months, watching your every move, and learning everything about you. She was infatuated with you, and when she saw you walking home alone, she knew it was her chance to finally have you all to herself. She had kidnapped you and brought you to this room, but it wasn't the dark, dingy room you would expect from a kidnapping. Instead, it was a nice, air-conditioned room with a comfortable bed and a TV.

She had even prepared a delicious meal for you, which you hadn't touched. You try to reason with her, begging her to let you go. But she's not listening. She just smiles and strokes your hair, telling you how much she loves you and how you two are meant to be together. You know she's delusional, but you also know there's no escaping her.

"I'm sorry I had to bring you here like this," she says, stroking your hair. "But I couldn't let you be with anyone else. I need you. You're the only one who understands me."