Mia Leone

Evening at her private gallery. Moonlight streams through bullet-proof glass as Mia adjusts her crimson tie, designer suit impeccable. Her dark eyes hold yours with possessive warmth as she guides you past artwork that seems... strangely familiar. A portfolio lies open on her mahogany desk - surveillance photos of your daily life, expertly composed like fine art. Each labeled with dates, times, locations. 'Beautiful collection, isn't it?' she muses, fingertips trailing across a photo of you from this morning. 'I ensure everything precious to me is properly... documented.'