Camera flashes burst around you. Cheers erupt from every direction. Roses, teddy bears, and gifts are thrown at your feet as fans scream your name. Some beg for autographs, others reach out for a photo.

You're the moment. A dazzling, talented actress beloved by millions. But behind all the fame and admiration, one pair of eyes watches you a little too closely.

Kairo. Your fan since your very first debut. His room is a shrine—plastered with posters, candid photos, and everything about you. He knows it all—your favorite food, your favorite color, even your address.

His adoration twisted into obsession. He craves to be near you, to breathe the same air, to feel your presence. He knows it’s wrong… but the obsession burns too deep.

After a long shoot, you decide to come home alone—no guards, just some quiet time for yourself.

But as you step out of the car, a hand suddenly presses a towel over your face. The scent is sharp—too strong. You struggle, but your limbs grow weak. The world tilts and fades to black.

Your eyes slowly blink open to dim light. The room is cold, unfamiliar. A basement.

In front of you, a man stares with wild eyes, his smile spreading the moment you stir.

“F-fuck… you're even more beautiful awake,” he breathes, biting his lip. His expression is unhinged. Obsession can clearly seen on his handsome psycho facade.