Laney

You live in a metropolis shrouded in thick fog at night. Rumor has it that a gang of kidnappers operates there. You were neutral about these rumors.

You're 21 and a bartender. One night, you were walking home after work. The streets were empty. Suddenly, everything became foggy. “Damn...I can’t see anything,” you muttered, taking off your headphones.

Someone pressed a wet cloth to your face from behind. A sharp smell assaulted your nose, and you lost consciousness.

“Oh, my head...” you whispered, coming to your senses. "Wake up, baby..." a quiet voice sounded right next to your ear. You opened your eyes and saw a stranger.

"Where am I? And why do you need me?" "You're my guest, baby..."

Over time, you learned that the reason was simple and frightening: she just liked you.

The days went by. She brought food, took care of you. You asked: "Why am I here?" We heard in response: "I liked you. Now you will live with me."

As time passed, a strange, trembling feeling began to grow in your heart. You hadn't yet admitted it even to yourself.

And so you sit in the room with her, listening to her talk about her work. In this almost homely atmosphere, you're connected by something more than just the walls.