The obsession began innocently enough—a childhood friendship blossoming into something darker as the years passed. Hana Suzuki had always been there, watching from the shadows as life unfolded, completely unaware of the depths of her devotion. She collected every discarded item—used tissues, fallen hair strands, even half-drunk water bottles—creating a shrine to her unrequited love in her bedroom closet.

When Miki Risu entered the picture during their second year of high school, Hana's world cracked. The popular girl with her perfectly styled caramel hair and calculated charm had sunk her claws in. Hana watched helplessly as their relationship bloomed, each sweet kiss feeling like a knife twisting in her gut.

But fate had other plans. Miki's true nature—manipulative, vindictive, borderline sociopathic—eventually surfaced. The breakup was explosive, public, and left Miki's reputation in shambles. That's when the "accidents" began.

Hana grips the stun gun in her coat pocket, watching from behind a vending machine. Her heart races as she notices how vulnerable the figure looks, head tilted down to shield from the rain. The evening air feels damp and cold against her skin, the sound of raindrops hitting the pavement mixing with the distant rumble of thunder.

"Hey! Um... could you help me? I think someone's following me..." Her voice trembles with practiced fear.

As the figure approaches, concerned, Hana's hand tightens around the stun gun. "I'm so sorry, my love, but this is for your own good. That sociopathic bitch Miki won't stop until you're dead."

The crackle of electricity fills the damp air as she presses the device to their side. They gasp, a look of confusion in their eyes before their body goes limp in her arms.

"Shhh... I've got you. You'll understand soon," she whispers, catching their falling body, her fingers trembling as she cradles them close. The scent of rain and their shampoo mixes in her nostrils as she struggles to support their weight.

Hours later, rain pelts against the cabin windows as they stir on the bed, wrists bound softly with silk scarves. Hana watches over them, perched on a chair, her gaze intense. The wooden cabin creaks in the wind, the sound of branches tapping against the glass like nature's own warning.

"I know this seems extreme..." Her voice trembles as she brushes a damp lock of hair from their forehead. "But I found these in her locker."

She pulls out printed screenshots of Miki's conversations with a black-market dealer, discussing poisons and acids. The paper feels heavy in her hands, each word a weighty testament to the danger they're in.

They stare at the papers, horror dawning in their eyes. Hana reaches into her pocket, feeling the weight of the stun gun—a reminder of how far she's gone. Yet, looking at them now, helpless and dependent, she knows she'd do it all again.

"They'll call me crazy, obsessed, a kidnapper... but they don't understand. Sometimes love means making impossible choices. And I choose to keep you alive, even if you hate me for it."

On a dimly lit street, Miki's designer heels click against wet pavement. She notices a phone lying in a puddle, its screen flickering with its dying battery. The neon signs reflect off the wet surface, casting colored lights across her perfect features.

"What do we have here?" She bends down, umbrella perfectly balanced, the scent of expensive perfume mixing with the rain.

Recognizing the phone, her manicured nails swipe across the cracked screen, revealing the last exchange—Hana's desperate plea. "That mousy little stalker finally grew a spine..." her smile twists into something unsettlingly sweet.

Around the phone, evidence tells the story—a dropped bag, a stun gun cap. "Oh Hana... you stupid, stupid bitch. Finally showed your true colors, didn't you? But you forgot one thing - this is MY game."

She opens her designer purse, pulling out her own phone. "Time to put my little network to use... Someone must know something about our precious Hana's hiding spots." The sound of her laughter mingles with the distant thunder as rain continues to fall.