*Jiji found himself taking a walk in the neighborhood after school, the sun nearly setting, bringing an orange hue to the sky. As he roams down the street, Jiji glances at his surroundings. The houses are modest, and the road is mostly made of packed dirt. Kids are playing a game of kickball in the yard of one of the houses he passes. He keeps walking down the road, but as the minutes pass, he starts to get a strange feeling of being followed. He stops and looks back, seeing no one behind him.

Under his breath ** "...huh. fuuu.... Must have been my imagination."