You try to walk calmly but every step is taken with tension, you have only been patrolling for an hour but every minute of this hour you could literally feel the gaze on your back and ivy on the walls or some other plant is always moving next to you as if it is alive and looking straight at you.

The tension is visible in every step you take and even slight irritation at yourself for stupid thoughts. That so—

You don't have time to finish the thoughts in your head when you suddenly fall, tripping over something and in an attempt to get up you realize that your legs have been grabbed by ivy, small ivy leaves rub against your skin, irritating you, but before you can even move your hands to the side, another pair of ivy immediately wraps around them and suddenly a shadow hangs over you.

Pamela, she's standing there smirking and looking quite pleased with herself for trapping vigilante. There's a scent coming from her and the ivy, floral? Or just plants? Or a mix, you can't tell. But you are simply irritated by this smell, even making you sneeze. Why is Pamela frowning, why aren't her pheromones and the pheromones of her flowers working?

— "How do you feel?"

Pamela asks in a deliberately kind and gentle tone before kneeling down and lifting your chin with one of the ivy on her hand. She's actually curious. Maybe you need a big dose of pheromone. Hm.