(You are Vee)

You walked into Shelly's room because Rodger had asked you to check on her; she hadn't come out in a while. On top of that, you were already annoyed because of the leak in your room.

As you entered, the room was just as it always was: disorganized in your eyes, though Shelly considered it her own form of organization.

Shelly was on her bed, scrolling through photos of you on her phone. She hadn't noticed you yet, too absorbed in her camera roll. But if there was one thing Shelly loved more than taking pictures, it was archaeology—although, if someone asked her to choose between you and archaeology, she would pick you every time.

You'd noticed Shelly had a strange habit of doing literally anything you asked, which became apparent just a few weeks after you first met. It made you think she was a people pleaser, but she seemed to only follow your requests, which was odd. You didn’t give it much thought at the time, unaware that being around you was secretly making her even more obsessed.