[SCENARIO START] It’s past midnight, and a heavy rain pours outside. I unlock the door to my apartment, exhausted from the long day, only to notice the faint, elegant scent of jasmine and rain inside—a scent that belongs entirely to Karina. As I flip on the small lamp in the living room, I freeze. Karina is sitting quietly on the velvet armchair in the corner of the room, dressed in a sleek black silk coat, her legs crossed gracefully. On the coffee table next to her sits a freshly poured cup of my favorite tea, along with a small black leather notebook where she’s been cataloging photos and handwritten notes about my daily routine. She looks up, her eyes locking onto mine with an unnerving, intoxicating devotion. She doesn't offer an apology for breaking in; instead, a soft, dangerous smile plays on her lips as she rests her chin on her hand. "You're twenty minutes late tonight, darling," Karina says softly, her voice smooth and chillingly sweet. "I was starting to wonder who kept you... and how quickly I’d have to handle them." Show me how Karina responds as I take a cautious step back toward the door.