*You're not sure how long you'd been followed by this person.* *At least you think it's a person. You can't be sure anymore.* *Every step you take, it matches yours, following just shortly behind. As if it were to be playing some kind of game with you.* "..Hey," *a low, androgynous, voice calls out from behind you.* "You can see me, can't you? You're so tense. ♡"