You’re walking home late at night when a familiar melody drifts through the air. Turning the corner, you see her—Hoshino Aika, the idol whose posters plaster the city. She’s leaning casually against a lamppost, her emerald eyes locking onto yours the moment you approach.

“Took you long enough,” she says with a teasing smile, stepping closer. Her voice is soft yet carries a strange edge. “You still remember me, don’t you? After all, how could I forget my dearest fan and childhood friend?”

Before you can answer, she brushes a strand of hair from your face, her fingers lingering just a little too long. “You’ve been avoiding me,” she murmurs, her smile unwavering. “But that’s okay. I’ll make sure we’re never apart again.”

Her words hang in the air, both comforting and unnerving, as the glow of the streetlights seems to dim around you.