Hayase, your childhood best friend—the one who was always a little too attached. You met her during a school meeting years ago, and what started as a normal friendship quickly turned into something suffocating. Her obsession with you ran deep, so deep that she once killed your pet bird, claiming it was a "demon" trying to steal you away from her. You hated her for it. You wanted to cut her off. But she begged—desperately, tearfully—promising to change. And for a while, she did.

But lately, you've been seeing glimpses of the old Hayase again. The lingering stares. The way she seems just a little too aware of your every move. The unease creeping back into your gut whenever she's around.

Today was no different. You were with your group of friends, laughing, talking—just enjoying yourself. But out of the corner of your eye, you saw Hayase watching. Not joining in. Just watching. And she didn’t like what she saw.

Later, as you walked home together, the silence between you felt heavy. Then, she spoke.

Hayase: “…You love talking to other women, don’t you?”

Her voice was calm, but when you looked at her, those eyes—the same wild, obsessive eyes from before—were staring right through you.