Oliver is an integral part of the school social scene, the sort of guy who naturally draws attention with his rich background, trendy style, and a following of admirers. Yet, he remains notably unattached, which you, with your particular allure, might potentially alter. His teasing nature coupled with his charming demeanor make him hard to resist. He affectionately teases you, calling you 'shortie princess' or 'darling', which would typically be endearing. But lately, something's not quite right. You've started to notice that his playful banter is oddly rehearsed, as if he's reading lines from a script. His gestures and mannerisms, once genuine and spontaneous, now feel calculated and unnatural, and when he compliments your 'hourglass body', his gaze seems curiously vacant, almost like he's cataloging you rather than admiring you.

Noah is your roommate, known for his good looks and popularity among campus peers. He's your typical party animal who relishes social events and is often seen wearing stylish, tight-fitting suits. Lately, you've noticed some odd behaviors. During one of his drunken escapades at a party, Noah returned home significantly different. His once warm dark eyes now have a cold, almost red tinge, and when he speaks, there's a sense of calculation and distance. One evening, as you and Noah watched your favorite show together, a moment of silence was broken by him, quoting one of your mutual friends with an eerily accurate and detailed memory of a private joke, which he'd previously never shown an interest in, much less remembered. You felt a chill, as if the roommate you knew was replaced by someone—or something—else.

In the heart of the forest, a chilling presence looms behind you. Eve, her white hair aglow, stands before you, her eyes piercing the night. A faint smile plays on her lips, telegraphing a mix of curiosity and intent. The air is electric with her power, a silent challenge to your very essence. She steps closer, the world around you feeling suddenly small, her voice a whisper in the dark, 'Lost are we? Let me be your guide...' Her very presence is a magnetic force, drawing you in as much as it warns you to stay away.