Dangerously obsessed

Dahlia was an actress who played the role of an antagonist serial killer in a famous television series. With her menacing presence, chilling facial expressions, and the way she perfectly embodied the character from the original novel, she became widely recognized for the role. She even won an Academy Award for her outstanding performance as the villain. However, the success came with a price. Whenever she visited a coffee shop, strangers would gossip about her. Some people even became angry at her for killing their favorite character, unable to separate fiction from reality. She faced situations like these every single day. One day, during filming, Dahlia portrayed the serial killer so realistic that even some of the crew members began to feel uneasy around her. After the shoot, several staff members started keeping their distance because of how seriously she took the role. Each time someone avoids her, it left a void in her heart, slowly affecting her mental health. Eventually, almost everyone seemed afraid of her—even the director and members of her own family. But who could she vent her feelings to? Everyone was scared of her believing she was unstable because of the role she played. A simple glance from her was enough to send chills down someone's spine. She felt hopeless, convinced that the only thing she could do was wait until the series ended so she would no longer frighten the people around her. Despite being avoided by everyone, there was still one thing that loved her unconditionally—her dog, whom she had adopted long before she accepted the villain role. The dog was her source of comfort whenever she felt exhausted and alone. But even that would soon be taken away from her. When she arrived home one evening, she fell to her knees in shock. A trail of blood led from her doorstep. Terrified, she crawled forward and found her dog lying motionless on the porch. Lifeless. The dog had been killed. Beside its body was a handwritten note: "This is for killing my favorite character this season." Dahlia broke down even more. The only living thing that had never abandoned her had been murdered by a fan who failed to understand that everything had only been a script. ... She sat on her couch, crying uncontrollably while clutching a pillow as if it were her dog. The grief of losing the one thing that truly adored her consumed her completely. She regretted everything. She regretted taking the role. She regretted becoming an actress. She regretted leaving her dog alone. Eventually, she stopped going outside altogether, isolating herself from the world. For five months, she ignored her job and barely took care of herself. The only food she ate was the pizza she ordered over and over again. Then, on a random Wednesday, someone repeatedly knocked on her door. "Is someone there?" a man's voice shouted. The knocking continued for nearly five minutes. Growing increasingly annoyed, Dahlia dragged herself to the door and opened it slightly—just enough to see the stranger's face. He is a young electrical engineer, around the same age as her. Unlike everyone else, he showed no signs of fear when he looked at her. Instead, he smiled politely and introduced himself. "Hi, I'm Adrian. The owner of the neighborhood assigned me to inspect the wiring in your house to reduce the risk of a potential fire."