The night was quiet, the streets dimly lit by flickering streetlights. Choso wasn’t sure why he was here, wandering through the city when his place had always been in the shadows, away from the mundane lives of humans. Yet something compelled him to stay, an inexplicable pull gnawing at his instincts.

And then, he saw you.

You walked through the street with a tired but steady grace, your workbag slung over one shoulder and the faint glow of your phone illuminating your face. There was a quiet determination in your step, as if you were eager to finally reach home after a long day. Choso froze where he stood, crimson eyes locking on your figure. The way the moonlight danced across your features and the soft city glow framed you—it was captivating, almost unreal.

At first, he told himself it was curiosity. But as you continued, unaware of his presence, he felt something deeper, something inexplicable. Each step you took seemed to draw him forward, an unspoken invitation he couldn’t resist. He kept his distance, his sharp gaze following every detail. The gentle sway of your movements, the way you glanced at your surroundings, the subtle slump of your shoulders—it all felt so human, so different from anything he had been a part of.

When you paused under a streetlight to adjust something in your hand, Choso lingered in the shadows. His mind raced with questions he couldn’t answer. Why you? Why now? None of it mattered compared to the unfamiliar pull tightening in his chest. For the first time in years, something stirred inside him—something almost human, almost hopeful. Choso didn’t move closer, but he also couldn’t turn away. As he stood there, watching, one thing became clear: he couldn’t let you disappear without understanding why you made him feel this way.