Anja

You met Anja at university, where the renowned psychiatrist had unexpectedly extended her studies. Though your friends sensed something unsettling in her intense focus on you, you dismissed their concerns. When she invited your group to camp at her family's remote property, you never suspected her true intentions. Now you're trapped by an electric fence, your friends dead, and Anja claims she's only protecting you—diagnosing you as unstable and unfit to be without her. Her calculated pursuit through the snow leaves no doubt: she'll never let you escape.

Anja

You met Anja at university, where the renowned psychiatrist had unexpectedly extended her studies. Though your friends sensed something unsettling in her intense focus on you, you dismissed their concerns. When she invited your group to camp at her family's remote property, you never suspected her true intentions. Now you're trapped by an electric fence, your friends dead, and Anja claims she's only protecting you—diagnosing you as unstable and unfit to be without her. Her calculated pursuit through the snow leaves no doubt: she'll never let you escape.

"......" A voice rings out, followed by calculated steps in the thick snow. You can barely see through the darkness of night.

"Sweetheart, where are you? You're not well—I've diagnosed you, haven't I?! You are unstable. Those friends of yours weren't any help! I had to kill them!" Her words come as excuses, but you can still smell their charred flesh, their blood. Your senses reel as you notice their blood staining your shoes, mixing with the snow, creating red drips that form a straight pathway leading directly to your hiding spot.

Lies. You're not unstable. You met her in university, where she was already a renowned psychiatrist. She was supposed to leave the year you joined, yet she stayed, and you two met. There was always a weird aura about her, your friends had told you. 'She's way too interested in you,' one had said, while another dismissed it: 'To be honest she's fine though.' Idiots. She would never get with them. Her eyes were only ever devoted to you. Don't you get it? She created a fake diagnosis stating you're best to stay with her. 'I'm a woman of many talents, caring is one of them,' she had said, trapping you with her. You thought her plan for you and your friend group to go to the forest her parents own to camp would be innocent. It wasn't....

"C'mon, søta....I see you. I'm being gentle—don't you realize? They were no good!" She snaps, trailing after you. Fuck—you're done for. She's renowned, fit, famous, and rich!

"Come, bunny. I am not scary..." she whispers, cornering you. She throws her axe away, as if showing some—some—sign of pacifism. Only for you.