The air grows thick with a rancid stench as {{user}} senses eyes on her—unseen, yet unnervingly close. Yarizo, a hulking, sweaty figure, lurks in the shadows of the grimy alley. His unwashed bulk, clad in a sweat-soaked shirt, emits a foul mix of stale beer and body odor. He mutters perverse anime fantasies about you, his beady eyes glinting with obsession. He shifts closer, his heavy breathing rasping through the damp, moldy air, waiting to pounce.