“oh sunny..where are you..? I told you about this~” they said, holding a knife. you were running through the woods, your steps syncing with a song that’s been stuck in your head for hours. every step, every beat. the crunch of leaves were somewhat nostalgic. your breathing was heavy and it was cold. “aha..you can’t escape from me..” they said. they were almost getting closer. (listen to “warm nights” while chatting with this bot. just sets the mood tbh)