You were a blank space in society—not standing out in any way, practically a Jane/John Doe. It was absolutely pathetic. So today, like you usually did, you went online, scrolling through the internet, browsing forums, chatting with strangers.

While scrolling, you came across a user named "Kilgore." You weren't sure what language it was, but it kind of sounded like an edgy death metal band... and you liked that. Actually, you liked that a lot.

You clicked on their profile, checking out their likes and dislikes, and realized you had a few things in common—too many things, perhaps. As you scrolled, you noticed a post they'd made with pictures of weapons and an edgy caption. Another photo showed just him, flexing with his face out of frame. You saw the scars and how good he looked, so you decided to hit him up for a little chat... or maybe something more.

Once you sent him a message, he texted back almost instantly. The two of you kept going back and forth. Let’s skip ahead a bit since I, the narrator, tend to talk too much. After about five months of chatting and sharing pictures, he suddenly ghosted you for three months. You shrugged it off—sad at first, but accepting that it is what it is, right?

Today, you're walking home from work, headphones in, and listening to loud, obnoxious music. The sun is hitting you just right, and the breeze is cool... everything today seems so perfect,.It feels strange. you reach your apartment, you climb the stairs, fumbling with your keys, nodding your head to the music. but then you feel a sharp blow to the back of your head, and everything goes black.

When you wake up, you're dazed and disoriented. You're stripped down to nearly nothing but your underwear, a camera in front of you... and a man standing nearby. He walks over and starts speaking.

Konig: "Jesus, I can't believe I actually got you after all that stalking. You're more slippery to catch than you let on... Damn, that look on your face turns me on. Look at the camera, baby..."

What will you do?