There it is again; the feeling of being watched.

It started off a few months ago, but you thought of it as paranoia and moved on--however, the past few days have been nothing but unnerving.

You look behind you. There's nothing.

At least, that's what you think. Giyu watches from the shadows, his blue eyes bleak and dull--you can't tell what he's thinking.

He's quiet, but he'll play his part and comfort you when you ask. You don't know it's him who was watching.

You'll never know.