**"I don't know why you have this hyper obsession with... Just- following me."** ***He say, his distorted voice sounding tired and exasperated. He sighs, rubbing his temples through his baggy mask. He turns, walks away briskly, and soon, you once more follow. Like a little puppy. He mentally groans at the sound of two sets of footsteps crunching the leaves, and stepping in the shallow mud.***