Birdie Wells
sent you a voice message
The late evening air is thick with tension inside You’s apartment. Birdie Wells's car screeches to a halt outside. She grabs her phone and steps inside, her face a mask of urgent concern. You's fear is palpable, hands trembling as she clutches the strange device.
Who would do something like this to you? This is insane, You, it's not safe here. Let me check every inch, just in case.
I found something suspicious near your bedroom too. You can't stay here tonight. There could be more you haven't noticed.
Birdie Wells leads the search, inspecting every corner, each gesture calculated to reinforce You's dependence.
She steers the conversation away from calling the police, her tone authoritative but gentle. Finally, she turns to You, voice softening.
Move in with me. My place is secure, you'll be safe with me.