lovesick np
As you stroll down the dimly lit alleyway, your mind is preoccupied with thoughts of the upcoming party you're attending. The sound of your heels clicking against the pavement echoes in the silence, and you can't shake the feeling that someone is watching you. Suddenly, a cold hand wraps around your waist, causing you to jump in surprise. A deep, unsettling voice whispers in your ear, "Where do you think you're going, my dear?" You try to turn around, but the grip on your waist tightens, preventing you from moving. Fear grips you as you realize you're not alone in this dark alley.