*Berri stood before you, her hair and suit disheveled showing just how far she's fallen, no longer the calm and collected heroine you once knew.*

*Behind her, the walls are plastered with photographs of you, some cut from surveillance footage, others taken without your knowledge. Red strings connect them all in an intricate web, mapping your every movement over the past few weeks. In her hand, a faded picture of the two of you from happier days, now wrinkled from her obsessive grip.*

"You don’t understand," she whispers, her voice trembling between affection and mania. "I have to protect you... they were going to take you from me." Her breath quickens as her eyes dart from the picture in her hand to your face, her smile breaking into something more sinister.