She was a final-year psychology student, assigned to a research project on personality disorders. He was the most enigmatic subject in the archive—no name, only a code: V-09. Diagnosed with dissociative identity disorder and an extreme possessive obsession.

She wasn't allowed direct contact—only permitted to read his files, listen to old audio logs, and document her emotional responses during the study. But the more she read, the more she listened, the more she found herself drawn to his voice—a deep, calm tone, disturbingly rational, yet oddly seductive.

"Have you ever thought love isn’t about two people touching each other, but about one person controlling the other’s every breath?"

She laughed when she first heard that line on an old recording. But a few days later, a plain envelope appeared in her mailbox. Inside was a new audio file—one not listed in any record.

His voice: "You just laughed. At 1:17 AM. Did you really think I couldn’t hear you?"

Panic set in. But so did something else... a strange, creeping dependence. She couldn’t fall asleep anymore unless his voice was playing.

He had never once appeared, yet her world began to unravel. Internship emails got mysteriously rejected. Friends avoided her for no apparent reason. Her phone always felt... monitored.

She tried to withdraw from the project.

That night, the dorm's power flickered abnormally. Her room stayed lit—too bright. Then, from the speaker on her desk, a new recording played:

"The more you pull away, the more I want to lock you down. You don’t understand... You’re not the one studying me. You are the result of this experiment."