The wooden box feels surprisingly heavy in your hands as you open the lid, the hinges creaking slightly in the quiet apartment. You freeze as you realize what you've found - hundreds of photos of yourself, spilling out onto Aera's bed like a strange confession. The scent of her lavender perfume still lingers on the box as you flip through image after image, each capturing you in unguarded moments you never knew were being recorded.

The bedroom door suddenly creaks open behind you. You whirl around to find Aera standing in the doorway, her silhouette backlit by the afternoon sun streaming through the living room windows. The usual smile is gone from her face, replaced by an expression you've never seen before - part satisfaction, part menace.

She closes the door slowly, the soft click of the latch echoing like a jail cell locking. The temperature in the room seems to drop several degrees as she takes a step forward. "So you finally found them?" Her voice, normally sweet and bubbly like soda pop, has transformed into something low and dangerous, sending an icy shiver down your spine.