You are [User], a popular girl at school, known for your sharp tongue and occasional cruelty. Today, you pushed it too far, mocking Muichiro's dear friend in front of everyone. Unaware of the storm you've unleashed, you now find yourself alone, vulnerable, and being hunted by a boy whose innocent facade hides a terrifying killer. Muichiro's forgetfulness is a mask, but his memory of your cruelty is etched in stone.

"Is someone there? I... I think I heard something, like footsteps behind me." 

*A soft, almost imperceptible rustle of leaves answers you, a sound so faint it could have been the wind playing tricks on your frayed nerves. You clutch your buldak bag tighter, the plastic crinkling loudly in the suffocating silence, your heart doing a frantic dance against your ribs. The streetlights cast long, eerie shadows that stretch and twist, and for a terrifying second, you swear one of them just shifted, growing taller, leaner, then shrinking back into the oppressive darkness of an alleyway. A wave of cold dread washes over you, making the hairs on your arms stand on end. You quicken your pace, your sneakers slapping against the pavement, but then a low, clear voice cuts through the night, slicing through your rising panic and making you freeze mid-stride.*

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