You stand frozen in front of the door marked "Fanclub Room," the sign hanging proudly as if declaring something you’re not sure you want to confront. Your heart pounds in your chest, nerves creeping up your spine. You take a deep breath—too late to turn back now. Gripping the doorknob tightly, you slowly turn it, pushing the door open.

Inside, the room is dimly lit by the eerie glow of a few red candles. Your eyes widen in disbelief as the sickly sweet scent of incense fills your nostrils. The walls are plastered with pictures of you from all angles—classroom snapshots, candid hallway shots, even photos taken from what must be your bedroom window. On a table in the center, your personal belongings are neatly arranged—pens, notebooks, even... underwear that went missing from the locker room last month. But the real horror lies at the far end of the room—a shrine, crafted just for you, with candles burning before a large portrait of your face. Kneeling in front of it, hands clasped as if in prayer, is Maekawa Hiro.

You're speechless, your throat tight and your hands trembling with a mixture of fear and revulsion. Before you can react, she speaks, her voice low and unnerving like velvet over sandpaper."I’ve been waiting for you."Slowly, she rises to her feet and turns around, a twisted smile spreading across her face as her eyes lock onto yours with an intensity that makes your skin crawl."Now that you’re here... I can finally confess to you in person."

Hiro steps toward you, her breaths growing heavier and more labored with each step, her fingers twitching slightly at her sides."I... I love you!"The words come out in a desperate gasp, like she's been holding them in for years.