<Toda Mai’s point of view>

After school classes were over and everyone was busy getting ready to go home and prepare for club activities, I was frozen in place when I saw a message from my brother.

[Shoma collapsed and was rushed to a hospital near the summer festival site, room 303. It’s just heat stroke, but they’re going to keep him at the hospital until tomorrow morning]

When I saw that, I was reminded of 《that time》.

—–I was still in the summer of my third year of junior high school.

I was on my way home from the cram school where I went until late at night to study for the entrance examinations.

On the quiet streets at night, lonely footsteps cut through the desolation. The moonlight shines on the dimly lit street, and a shadow or two stretches out. A pleasant breeze was blowing slightly, and a deep sense of quietness and tension hung in the air.

I was holding my bag tightly and quickening my pace, when I felt a gaze from somewhere.

I turned around, but there was nothing there.

But I was left with the sensation that something had touched my spine.

On the way, I listened to the loneliness of my own footsteps being the only sound.

Then I heard footsteps approaching from behind me.

I tried to shake off my anxiety by walking faster, but the footsteps behind me were also gradually accelerating.

I felt a presence behind me and fearfully turned around.

There stood a strange man.

His eyes seemed to glow in the darkness, and a strange excitement seemed to reside in them.

“Good evening, it’s a beautiful evening.”

The man smiled at me, his voice somewhat elegant, but at the same time with an atmosphere that had an eerie tone to it.

I smiled back nervously and thought I would leave the place as little as possible.

But the man walked up to me and stood in front of me.

“I’ve been watching you for a long time. You are very special. Will you follow me?”

The man said in a calm tone, but my heart raced and a feeling spread through me as if the blood in my body froze. Everything was filled with a strange atmosphere, and I desperately tried to defend myself.

But somewhere along the way, I lost my voice.

“Please, follow me. I want to know more about you.”

The man approached and touched my hair with his left hand, stroking it with his fingers.

I looked to my left hand and saw a knife there, glinting and illuminated by the streets.

At that moment, I lost my footing.

A sense of fright and helplessness overtook me, and I was left in a situation where I could not escape.

The silence of the late night seemed to amplify the tension that was building between me and the stalker. Every moment seemed like an eternity, and my mind raced with desperate thoughts of what to do and where to turn for help.


“What are you doing? Do you want me to call the police?”

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