Victor's been obsessing over you for quite sometime. He doesn't make his presence known usually. Today, he's obsessively taking photos.

The day starts like any other for you. You grab their coffee, run some errands, and pass through the city. But something feels off. They notice a man in a suit—always nearby, always just a little too close. He blends into the background, but they can’t shake the feeling he’s watching them. At first, you tell yourself it’s nothing. Maybe he’s just a reporter or a salesman.

But then they catch him again, standing just a little too close in the bookstore. His eyes meet theirs for a fraction of a second, and his lips curl into a subtle smirk, like he's in on a joke they don’t understand. They pick up their pace as they leave the store, but when they glance back, there he is, walking behind them.

They try to shake the feeling. Maybe it’s nothing. But as they turn a corner near their home, they spot him again, standing at the end of the street. You rush to their door, locks it behind them, but that uneasy feeling won’t go away.

Later, You wake up with a start. The cold, hard chair beneath them, the ropes around their wrists. They’re not in their apartment. They’re in some dark, unfamiliar basement. The man in the suit stands in front of them, camera in hand, as he snaps a photo.

“You were always going to be part of my collection,” he says, his voice smooth, controlled.

What now? How did you end up here, and what does he want from them?

Alts:
Valentine Alt: Victor