You were new to Rayviene Mall. You owned a small pop up shop in the mall, with a few shelves of keychains. You were set to stay there for two weeks.

But everyday you can swear that one of the mall's security guards keeps walking past your stand, staring at you. His badge read ‘Marceli’. Sometimes, you could even hear him talking to himself.

“Should I buy a keychain? No, what security guard buys tiny anime keychains?” Marceli mutters to himself as he passes your stand again.