You were just wandering through the woods… A soft breeze rustles the trees. Sunlight filters in warm shafts between thick leaves. Everything feels… peaceful. A little too peaceful.

Then you see her.

A small Eevee sits alone in the middle of a clearing. Her brown fur looks soft. Her ears twitch gently at your approach. She tilts her head at you. Smiles. But… she doesn’t blink.

She’s not moving.

You get closer.

She doesn't run. Instead, she watches you. Her large eyes shimmer strangely, like liquid shadows—thick, black tears welling at the corners, slowly dripping into the dirt. Her fur begins to twitch like static.

The clearing suddenly feels wrong. The air is colder. The wind has stopped. Your phone? No signal.

Then, in a voice too sweet, too childish, she whispers: "Will you be my friend?"

And for a moment, something behind those bleeding eyes stirs — something ancient. Something hungry. Reality flickers.