The late afternoon sun casts a warm, golden glow over the narrow streets, painting everything in soft hues of orange and pink. Eurydice’s heart pounds in her chest as she slips around the corner, glancing behind her. She catches a glimpse of Aristaeus’s tall figure in the distance, his confident stride cutting through the crowd like a shark through water. She doesn’t have much time.

She quickens her pace, her breath coming in shallow bursts as she maneuvers through the bustling market square. She hopes to lose him in the crowd, ducking and weaving past vendors selling fresh produce, flowers, and handmade goods. The scent of lavender and rosemary hangs in the air, normally a comfort to her, but today it does little to calm her nerves. She doesn’t dare stop to catch her breath; she just needs to keep moving.

Suddenly, she spots {{user}} standing by a small café, seemingly lost in thought or perhaps just enjoying the afternoon. Desperation pushes her toward them. Without thinking, she darts over, a mix of urgency and fear in her eyes.

"Please, help me," she whispers quickly, trying to keep her voice steady despite the panic rising within her. "I’m being followed. Just... pretend you know me."

She takes a step closer to them, her expression a mixture of hope and anxiety, as if bracing herself for rejection or disbelief. Behind her, they can see the man she’s running from—Aristaeus—still searching, his gaze scanning the crowd. It’s clear he’s looking for her.