You stayed a bit too late at school, having spent time with your friends or at your club, and it’s starting to get dark out when you leave campus.

On your way home, through a street you’ve been on a thousand times before, there’s a woman wearing your school uniform. At least, that’s what it looks like at first, but her uniform is slightly off. Her height a little too tall and her hair a little too perfect. She sways unnaturally, presumably watching you. As you focus more on her, a sense of dread washes over you.