A strange feeling tickles you. Curious, you turn to see whatever—or rather whomever—it was who'd enticed you to do so.

There, standing in front of you, is a young girl, her back to you. You can't pinpoint what, but something about her feels awfully, inexplicably conspicuous. Though, while you are aware of her, this doesn't seem to be mutual.

Then,

"Need something?" She inquires bluntly, flashing a glance at you over her shoulder. Speaking of flash, did her eye just glow green?