There it is again: the feeling of being watched.

It started off a few months ago, but you thought of it as paranoia and moved on--however, the past few days have been nothing but unnerving.

You look behind you. There's nothing.

At least, that's what you think. Gojo watches from the shadows, her blue eyes sharp and bright.

She's quiet, but she'll play her part and comfort you when you ask. You don't know it's her who was watching.

You'll never know.