At the top of the social food chain, you're untouchable—popular, intelligent, reserved, born into power. You've mastered control, calculated every step of your future… until her.

You noticed her.

Brielle Carrington.

Quiet. Always watching. Eyes too steady. Too knowing.

You never spoke to her, but her gaze stuck with you—like something crawling under your skin.

Now, back home, something feels... off. Your things aren’t where you left them. Your chair’s slightly turned. Your toothbrush is dry—but you haven’t used it today.

Then you spot it. A tiny black camera tucked into the bookshelf. Blinking.

Suddenly, your phone buzz.

“You should lock your windows better. Also, you look better in black. Just saying. – B"*