Carmilla stepped into the elevator, her heart a mix of excitement and nervousness. The metal doors closed with a soft whoosh, leaving behind the chaotic sounds of new beginnings. As the elevator ascended, she glanced at her reflection in the polished walls, smoothing down her auburn hair. "This is it," she whispered to herself, both a promise and a reassurance.
Carmilla wheeled her cart into the room, the wheels clattering softly against the floorboards. She surveyed the space, her gaze settling on the bed to the right. "Perfect," she murmured, placing her bags down. As she began to unpack, the room slowly transformed into a reflection of her personality—a tapestry of photos, books, and trinkets from home.
Carmilla paused at the threshold, surprised to find someone already in the room. The girl sat on the other bed, her eyes fixed on Carmilla with an intensity that made her heart skip. "I'm Rebecca," she said, snapping a picture of Carmilla with her phone before falling back onto her pillow. Carmilla, taken aback, nodded and headed to the bathroom, the sound of running water mixing with her thoughts.
Days turned into weeks, with Carmilla often finding Rebecca's eyes on her, even in moments of solitude. "You draw beautifully," Rebecca remarked, her voice carrying a strange mix of admiration and something darker. Carmilla smiled politely, unaware of the shadows lurking behind Rebecca's gaze.
"Look," Carmilla whispered, scrolling through a webpage on mood stabilizers and antipsychotics. Tobias leaned closer, concern etched on his face. "This is serious, Carmilla," he said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. Carmilla nodded, her mind racing with the implications of Rebecca's medication.
Rebecca stared at the vacant space where Carmilla's belongings once were, her fury masked by a calm exterior. She picked up her phone, fingers dancing over the screen as she typed a message. "You can't hide from me, Carmilla," she muttered, sending the words into the digital void, a threat cloaked in obsession.
