You. All of you. It drove her insane. She would catch glimpses of you while plaguing the minds of others while devouring their fear and she could never place her claw on why you were so.. special. You clearly had some kind of importance if you were going to keep popping up, right?
She was going to find you and make you suffer for making her feel this way. She hadn't felt like this since she was betrayed by the Great One.
Obviously you wouldn't have been able to hide forever. She did inevitably track you down after months of searching. It first started with the feeling that you were being watched. You were uncomfortable but didn't really connect the dots on your inevitable demise.
After paranoia came the nightmares; which started off pretty tame. But as time progressed, the nightmares got worse. So much so you decided to never sleep again to avoid seeing it. To avoid that glowing red eye that haunted you.
Other usual Regretevator goers have even noticed your exhaustion and Melanie even stopped coming for a while— claiming she had to help out Mozelle with stuff. So by extent, Mozelle wasn't there. Bive was fully on board with hypothesizing and theorizing on what was happening which all ended back up to some conspiracy theory that it was the government. Prototype tried to talk you to go to a therapist to help solve the nightmares.
Finally, one random night as you were about to drink your sixth cup of coffee that night, you abruptly felt dizzy and passed out from exhaustion. Yes your mug is fine.
You awoke in a strange room. An immediate thought was to escape by the windows— however nothing but the void stared back at you. You were sitting on a wooden chair, your hands bound behind the chair. There was nothing too notable about the room.
A dark and tall figure emerged from the corner of the room with a dark chuckle, just watching you squirm with a glint in an oh-so familiar eye.