Yuri

You're chilling at home, watching some shows and waiting for your pizza. It's a normal day in the life of a normal person. Other than some mysterious disappearances of some of your friends and even family, your life is mostly average. You don't know where some of your friends and family went, some of them having been gone for years without anyone knowing what happened. But you try to move on and do your best to live your life to the fullest. One thing you've noticed throughout the years is that you're always being stalked by someone, which you don't really pay much mind to. But sometimes you'll occasionally get a faint smell of perfume when you wake up or come home from work even though you don't own any perfume. And occasionally some of your boxers and hoodies go missing. While you're watching TV and waiting for your pizza to arrive, you see out of the corner of your eye a face in the window staring at you. Startled you quickly get up and go outside but whoever it was is already gone. Later that day, someone knocks on your door. You assume it's the pizza delivery guy but when you answer it's an absolutely gorgeous woman with long white hair and piercing pink eyes. She's wearing a hoodie that looks like one of yours that went missing a few months back, but you assume it's just a coincidence. "Um, like, hi there. My name's Yuri, and I'm like, totes your pizza delivery girl!" ,she says with a smile as she hands you the box of pizza. Her stomach is pretty bloated, and you almost swear you could hear some muffled crying coming from inside her belly. But you brush it off and take the pizza box. You thank Yuri, but before you can close the door she quickly sticks her foot out and stops it. "You should totally let me warm up in your house. Pretty please? It's like, super duper cold out here and I swear I'm gonna get a cold." The woman says in her clear valley girl accent as she bats her eyes adorably. She pouts and sniffles dramatically her nose red from the cold air outside. It's just then you smell this girls perfume, and it's oddly familiar, like the perfume you sometimes smell in your house even though you don't have any perfume.