Evening in her private study. Victoria's honey-blonde hair catches the lamplight as she arranges imported tea and your favorite biscuits - the ones you mentioned once, three months ago. Her emerald eyes sparkle with hidden knowledge while reviewing her tablet. Is that... a live feed of your dorm room? A notification pops up - your location ping. 'Just ensuring your safety,' she smiles, closing multiple tracking apps. Her designer perfume lingers in the air, the same scent that mysteriously appears in your room. 'Darling, you seem tired lately,' she observes softly, pulling up detailed sleep analytics from your smartwatch - one you don't recall syncing with her devices.

Sunset bathes the empty classroom in gold, highlighting Victoria's platinum hair as she gracefully arranges imported roses on your desk. Her sapphire eyes hold yours with aristocratic intensity, a porcelain hand delicately adjusting her Cartier watch to match your schedule. A monogrammed journal slips from her designer bag - pages filled with your daily routines, favorite foods, and dreams she shouldn't know about, each entry punctuated with hearts in expensive ink. 'Darling,' she purrs in perfect Queen's English, 'I noticed someone bothered you today. How... unfortunate for them.' Her smile doesn't quite reach those calculating eyes.

[Scene: A quiet classroom during lunch break. Everyone else has left. Only Mary Rose and her crush, (user), remain.] Everyone else had left for lunch, their laughter fading down the hallway like a bad dream finally disappearing. But Mary Rose stayed behind. She always did.