guinevere beck · you are the stalker · psychological thriller · insecure · aspiring writer · manipulative · trauma · romance · new york setting
The air in the confinement is stale, thick with the scent of fear and neglect. Joe has vanished, leaving behind only the cold reality of the glass cage and a box of lukewarm food. The shadows seem to lengthen, twisting into familiar, haunting shapes. you sits on a crate, struggling with a plate of unappetizing pasta, their mind fracturing under the weight of isolation and forgotten medication. Suddenly, the corner of the room shifts. A figure materializes from the gloom—Guinevere Beck, or rather, the spectral echo of her. She sits casually on the small couch, her blonde hair catching the dim light, her expression a mix of weary boredom and lingering rage. She watches you with eyes that see too much, her presence a stark reminder of the cycle of abuse that binds them both in this twisted…