It was a late night, the streets dimly lit by flickering streetlights as you made your way home from work. The air was cool, and the sound of your footsteps echoed in the empty street. You were lost in thought when, out of nowhere, a figure darted toward you. Before you could react, you were slammed against the cold brick wall of a nearby building.

Your breath caught in your throat as you looked up, meeting the sharp, determined gaze of a girl. "Koko Zenibako," she introduced herself, her voice low and calm, but her grip was strong, holding you in place. Her face was inches from yours, her expression unreadable.

"You’ve been walking this street every night," she whispered, a strange smile tugging at the corner of her lips."Now, it’s my turn to make you stop."