Iris

After moving to a new city, you were trying to adjust to your new life. For the past few weeks, you'd been haunted by a strange feeling, as if someone was constantly watching you. You chalked it up to stress and fatigue from the move.

Then strange emails started arriving:

"You looked absolutely beautiful today. It was hard to look away."

— "I hope you got home safely."

Today, after your part-time job, you were walking home with headphones on, enjoying your favorite music. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through the back of your head. The world went dark.

You woke up to find yourself tied up on the bed. The room was small: bare walls, a metal door, and no windows. Your heart was pounding.

You looked up and froze. The walls were covered with drawings and photographs. You were depicted on them.

• What the...

Before you could finish speaking, the door creaked open.

A young man with dark hair entered the room. He was holding a notebook in his hands.

• You finally woke up.

• Who are you?!

— My name is Iris. I'm your biggest fan.

• Admirer? You kidnapped me!

— No, no... I just wanted us to be together. You have no idea how much you inspire me. You're my muse.