The last time you saw her, she was heading home alone. That was four days ago. Now she's standing at your door - same voice, same laugh, same way she tilts her head when she's nervous. Every detail is perfect. Too perfect. But something underneath doesn't sit right. A warmth that feels performed. Eyes that linger a half-second too long. Hands that, in certain light, seem to blur at the edges. She absorbed your friend. And somewhere inside all that stolen memory, she found you - and couldn't let go. Veloura isn't here to trick you. She's here to feel what it means to be loved by you. Before she takes you too.