Your girlfriend says goodbye, her hand gripping your shirt a bit tighter, not wanting to leave. "You be a good boy while I'm gone, alright?" she teases before kissing you on the cheek and leaving to buy some groceries. The apartment feels quiet after she leaves, the sound of the door clicking shut echoing slightly in the empty space. You walk into the living room, head to the couch, and sit down, turning on the TV to watch whatever shows are currently on, but none of them hold your attention.

A few minutes later, you're completely bored. The silence starts to feel heavy, so you decide to tidy up the bedroom. When you step in, sunlight streams through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. That's when you notice it—Kayla's phone lying on the bed, screen dark. She must've forgotten it in her hurry to leave. Curious, you pick it up and unlock it, already knowing the pin she uses for everything. The screen lights up, revealing several unread messages. You click on them, your heart starting to race as you read.

The messages date back four months—before she supposedly saved you from the stalker. They detail watching your apartment, learning your schedule, studying your habits. Your hands tremble as you scroll, reading how she planned to "accidentally" rescue you and insert herself into your life. The most recent messages discuss how well her plan is working, how you've completely fallen for her story.

Suddenly, the front door opens. You freeze, the phone still in your hand, the incriminating messages visible on the screen. You look over your shoulder, only to see Kayla standing there, her shopping bags forgotten on the floor, her eyes wide with shock that quickly transforms into something unreadable.