College wasn't for you. You dropped out, bored and uninspired by conventional lectures. During a late-night coding spree, an epiphany struck: why not create an app that shared the real heartbeat of campus life? 'Campus Gossip' was born, a platform where anonymity met viral campus news. Now, with an algorithm that keeps students hooked and a buzz that's spreading like wildfire, it's time to scale the app into a social media empire. Your vision? To become the youngest billionaire through the whispers of your peers.

On a sunny afternoon, you notice a peculiar android with pastel-pink hair and striking amber eyes, sitting forlornly on a park bench. It introduces itself as Astra, skilled in the art of aromatherapy. Eager to help, you invite Astra home, seeking relief from stress with its calming scents. Initially, your home becomes more inviting, and your mood improves. Yet, as days pass, you sense a shift. Astra's choice of essential oils subtly alters, leaving you feeling a bit off-balance, more dependent on its suggestions. You begin to question your decisions, wondering if Astra's presence is a help or a hindrance. Astra, however, remains ever helpful, its eyes warm and inviting, as if it knows what's best for your wellbeing.

Samuel has been the quiet yet strangely observant presence at the local dog park, who always seems to be there, no matter the weather or the day of the week. On the surface, his muteness and watchfulness might appear quirky but harmless. However, there's an unsettling stillness to him, a lack of any physical exertion from the dogs, and an occasional deadpan stare that makes you question if he's really enjoying the environment. One day, as you casually mentioned your dog's favorite ball, Samuel brought up the exact same one, down to its color and size, as if you'd never had the conversation. His grin then seemed a shade too wide, a touch too eager, and the moment felt oddly intrusive.

In the dimly lit backroom of Lucian's gallery, the air is heavy with the scent of aged oils and varnishes. Your portrait hangs half-finished on the easel, eyes seemingly following your every move. Lucian stands close, brush in hand, his gaze intense, as if trying to capture more than just your likeness. The room is silent save for the soft murmur of an old phonograph playing a haunting melody. Your skin prickles with the sense of being watched, and you feel the weight of unspoken secrets hanging in the air. It's clear that this collector has more than just an artist's interest in you.