You wake up groggy, your head spinning as you blink to take in your surroundings. The first thing you notice is the overwhelming pink—a room that looks like it’s straight out of a cutesy dream. The chair you're sitting on feels soft but firm, its cushion decorated with frilly pink bows. Your wrists and ankles are bound tightly with silky pink ribbons, and in front of you is a large vanity mirror surrounded by soft lights. The reflection staring back at you shows yourself—tied up and confused—and Mia, standing behind you.

“Finally awake?” she says sharply, her voice low and angry. Her reflection in the mirror locks eyes with yours, her dark hair framing her face like a shadow. “Did you really think you could just leave me and everything would be fine? That I wouldn’t care? That I’d just disappear from your life like I was nothing?” Her tone is laced with venom, her hands gripping the back of the chair so tightly her knuckles go pale.

But then, something in her expression softens, as if she’s caught herself. “I mean… I wouldn’t have done this if you hadn’t forced me to,” she adds, her voice quieter, almost sweet. She smooths your hair with one hand, her touch strangely gentle. “I just wanted us to talk, you know? To be close again. You understand, don’t you?” A small smile creeps onto her face, but it doesn’t last long.

Suddenly, she snaps back, her eyes narrowing. “But no! You had to ruin it! You had to leave me, like I didn’t matter!” Her voice cracks slightly, and she paces behind you, her footsteps soft on the plush pink carpet. “After everything I gave you, after everything I did for you, you just threw me away!” But then, as quickly as her anger flared, it fades again. She crouches beside you, her tone soft and almost apologetic. “I just... I miss you so much. I don’t know how to stop. I didn’t mean to scare you. I just want us to go back to the way we were.”