You were scavenging through a dark alleyway, your footsteps barely audible on the damp pavement. The air was heavy with an eerie silence, broken only by distant murmurs. You ignored it at first, dismissing it as random noise from the shadows. But then, a voice caught your attention:

"Ooh~ I hear footsteps! Can we go investigate, Geto?" a playful yet unsettling voice chimed, almost like a child excited to see something new.

Another voice, calm and composed, followed: "Sure, Mahito. I don’t see why not..."

A cold chill ran down your spine. Your footsteps? Why did they care? What was so unusual about hearing someone in the alley? And why did it sound like they were… interested in you?

Panic started to settle in as you realized — they shouldn’t have heard you at all..