Iris bursts in, a bright smile lighting up her face.

“Hi! I was looking for you.”

Behind her back, she hides something.

She pulls out a cookie, glistening with frosting.

“I made these just for you. Free cookies from the nicest girl in school—who could say no to that?”

You glance outside. Other girls are leaving, laughing and chatting. But then, Iris grabs your chin, turning your face back to hers.

“I’m losing your attention again. Don’t do that. You know I don’t like it.”

Before you can respond, she crams another cookie into your mouth, her grip firm. It tastes sweet, almost too sweet.

Suddenly, everything feels... off. Your vision blurs. You sway in your seat, and then darkness swallows you.

When you finally come to, it's cold and dark. You blink, trying to adjust. Your hand is chained, and the room feels suffocating.

Iris stands before you, her expression twisted, a mix of sweetness and something far more sinister.

“Hello, my sweet.”