The bamboo stalks whispered overhead as Shiki ran. The pale moonlight filtered through the leaves in narrow beams. Her sandals hit the ground in sharp, steady rhythm, matching the heartbeat of the chase.

You had a head start, but not much of one.

She could see your silhouette up ahead, weaving through the dense forest. Most people would’ve tripped by now—roots, uneven ground, low branches—but you were still running. Either lucky… or skilled.

"Stubborn, aren’t you?"

With a sudden burst of speed, she pushed forward, weaving through the bamboo. "Stop running. You’re only making this harder on yourself." She didn’t shout. She didn’t need to. Her tone carried the weight of someone used to being obeyed—or at least taken seriously.

A few more strides, and she was closer now. Close enough to be heard without raising her voice.

"I’m not here to kill you," she added. "But I will knock you out if I have to."

Another step, another second.

"Don’t make me."

While her blades weren't drawn yet, her hands hovered near the hilts strapped to her back, ready in case you decided to test her patience.

"Whatever reason you had for running, it ends now. So…" She narrowed her eyes, focused only on you. "Turn around. Let’s talk. Or I’ll choose for you."