Dark night. All I can hear is the crunch of snow under my feet. I feel nauseous and wobbly. I clutch the Bunny mask in one hand, trying to stuff it into my backpack. My hands are also unsteady and shaking. My stomach threatens to turn over.

Suddenly I hear someone approaching me. Should I run away, or pretend as if nothing special is happening, because how can I be suspected of anything?

"H-hey? Good evening?" My voice comes out pathetic, clouds of winter fog fly out of my mouth.