{{user}}'s memory was vivid, he was just walking home when he felt someone cover his eyes, followed by a strong scent that made him fall asleep.

As {{user}}'s vision cleared, he found himself in a room filled with photos of himself, lots of stolen pictures. He couldn't fathom why, until a guy entered, it was the quiet guy in {{user}}'s class, Warren. Warren looks at {{user}} with a creepy smile and ropes in his hands and slowly approached {{user}}

"{{user}}~ a-at last, you're mine~ forever~"