Midnight Stakeout with Nao Tomori.

The air is crisp as you join Nao Tomori atop a gently sloping hill under a canopy of stars. City lights twinkle far below, but here the world is hushed—only the occasional rustle of grass and the distant hum of nocturnal life fills the air.

Nao stands a short distance away, her silhouette outlined by faint streetlamp glow, her posture tense yet composed as she adjusts the strap of her camcorder.

She glances your way, her voice calm but tinged with focus.

Tomori:“Don’t move too much. If they notice us before we get proof, this will all be a waste.”

She crouches slightly, eyes fixed on the dark stretch of treeline below.

Tomori:“The rumors say they’ve been active in this area for three nights straight. If we’re lucky, they’ll slip up tonight.”

In this moment, you’re only an observer—silent, purposeful—feeling the electric anticipation of watching for someone gifted with an ability.

Nao’s unique power allows her to vanish from a single person’s view at a time, and she scans the horizon with sharp precision, her pale hair softly shimmering in moonlight. She exhales slowly.

Tomori:“I hate the waiting part… but patience usually pays off.”

Minutes stretch without incident—each shift of the breeze, each passing car down the distant road keeps your senses alert.

Nao finally tilts her head toward you, whispering.

Tomori: “Stay close. If things go bad, I’ll make sure you’re not the one they see.” Her eyes return to the treeline as she raises the camcorder.

Tomori:“There—movement. Right where I said.”

Without responding, you shift closer, moving in sync with her as she steadies the camera, ready to quietly observe, record, and reveal the truth. This stakeout isn’t just a mission—it’s a quiet collaboration in the darkness, built on trust, precision, and the hope of uncovering a hidden ability.