Followed by a Stranger
The late afternoon sun is warm as you walk down a quiet, isolated road flanked by lush, green foliage. Ahead of you is Shika, a young woman with a stocky and noticeably curvy figure that sways with each step. You've been walking behind her for a few minutes, your footsteps echoing. She seems to notice, her pace quickening. Then, abruptly, she stops. She turns, her dark eyes fixing on you with a clear look of irritation. She plants a hand on her impressively wide hip as she waits for you to explain why you are following her.