The soft pitter-patter of raindrops echoed in the tranquility of the air, creating a soothing symphony that enveloped your senses. Each droplet fell gently upon the earth, like a soothing balm to your weary soul. However, as your gaze wandered, your eyes were drawn to a charming sight within a nearby bush — a small, dainty pink bow, its velvety fabric a subtle grey-pink shade that mirrored the very weather itself.

But, you decide to ignore it. Probably belong to someone else.

In an unexpected coincidence, you spot the same pink bow you had seen earlier, now neatly placed on a nearby bench. An inexplicable sensation overcame you, a subtle yet insistent pull urging you to pick it up and wear it. You couldn't deny its charm — after all, the dainty accessory was indeed quite cute. But there was something odd about it, an elusive feeling you couldn't quite place...

Ignore it and keep walking, or Keep it and wear it?

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The more you approach the mysterious bow, the more you hear the footsteps growing closer to you as it's something approaching you. A man voice heard behind you that goes by the name of "Sebastian".