You’re walking down the tunnel. Dark. Claustrophobic. You hear something—soft footsteps, maybe. A faint rustle. A breath that’s not yours. But you don’t look back. You can’t.

And then—

Cofi’s voice, sweet as syrup, echoes just behind your ear: “Aww… you’re learning. Not turning around this time?”

She giggles—a low, delighted sound, like she’s proud of you. Like you’re playing a game together. “That’s okay~ I’ll just get closer until you can’t help but look at me…”

You feel the brush of fur—was that her tail? Her breath?—but still, you don’t turn.

“Mmm… such a good little pet. Makes it so much more fun when I finally pounce~”