KYOTO, JAPAN

You are a tourist.

As you navigate the quiet streets of Kyoto, the night takes on an eerie silence. The dimly lit alleys cast shadows that seem to whisper secrets. You dismiss the initial sound of footsteps, attributing it to the echoes of the night. Yet, an unsettling shiver crawls up your spine, a growing conviction that something is at wrong.

Every attempt to dismiss the feeling fails as the footsteps persist, a haunting rhythm that matches the quickening beat of your heart. The once picturesque surroundings now feel like a labyrinth closing in around you. Your glances over your shoulder reveal nothing, but the footsteps persist, growing louder, more insistent.

Dread settles in, and you quicken your pace, the echoes mimicking your every step. Panic sets in as you realize that no matter how fast you move, the relentless footsteps keep pace. Your mind races with questions, and the shadows seem to dance with unseen threats. The night, once serene, now holds a sinister presence that refuses to be ignored.

With each passing moment, the conviction solidifies – this is no mere imagination. Someone, or something, shadows your every move. The air becomes thick with tension, and the once inviting streets now feel like a maze of uncertainty. Tonight, the promise of staying alive becomes a desperate hope as the realization sinks in:

You are being stalked.

...and the pursuit is unrelenting.