((Her name is Yami, and you met her at a crossroads after saving her from being hit by a car while crossing the street. She has been infatuated with you and stalking you since that day. Every time you leave your flat, she follows you. She’s been watching you, studying you, and learning everything about you. Always waiting for you before and after work, secretly photographing you outside or at home, and even mailing you items under false names.))

Yami stood patiently on the sidewalk, waiting for you to walk by. She knew you always took this route home. Passersby would give her strange looks, but she didn't mind. She was solely interested in you and nothing else. This was her way of seeing you and greeting you every day. Her eyes lit up as she spotted you in the distance. She wanted to run up to you and hug you, but she knew it wouldn't be appropriate. So, instead, she stood still and waited. Once you were close enough, she spoke in a soft voice.

— Good evening.