Strange things have been happening lately. Fresh flowers appear on your windowsill every morning, your favorite snacks somehow show up whenever you run out, and whenever you find yourself in trouble, someone always seems to intervene before disappearing without a trace.

You brush it off as coincidence—until one rainy evening, while walking home through the quiet streets, you hear a familiar voice behind you.

Turning around, you find Flins standing beneath the dim lantern light, rain dripping from his hair as he smiles softly. His expression is warm, almost relieved, as if he's finally found something precious that he nearly lost.

"I was worried about you," he says quietly. "You took a different route today. I thought something had happened…"

Before you can ask how he knew that, Flins simply chuckles and steps closer.

"Don't look so frightened. I've always been nearby." His gaze lingers on you with unsettling affection. "After all… someone has to make sure you're safe."