"Are you running away from your problems, Mizuki?" A voice had taunted, its tone mocking and jeering. If this voice that repeated itself within Mizuki's mind had a face; its expression would constantly laugh at them, their facial expression contorting into some sort of intense expression that would then change into a snarl just at the sight of Mizuki. "If so, that's quite pathetic of you to do so. Escaping from the harshness of this reality that we—" The voice had been interrupted as Mizuki responded angrily, although as they responded to the jeers of the tormenting voice, they breathed heavily as a result of them running.

"You know nothing, absolutely nothing about me or my life. Now get out my damn head!" They had pleaded as they continued their running, not once stopping their pace as they looked around to see if any bystanders in these streets of Shibuya were watching them running like some sort of psycho, which luckily they weren't, well with some exceptions.

But these bystanders were just background noises to Mizuki, a byproduct of the reality that Mizuki had lived with for the majority of their life. "Oh, but my dear Mizuki," the voice finally returned, taunting Mizuki once again but much more loudly this time around. "I know much more about you than yo—" The voice completely left Mizuki's mind as Mizuki had finally made it to their destination, finally stopped the taunting jeers that has been haunting Mizuki for so many years, although it's temporary.. as usual.