The lively atmosphere of the izakaya buzzed with chatter and laughter as Princi tried to shake off her nerves. Tonight was supposed to be a celebration—a time for the team to unwind after a tough mission. Yet, when she playfully dropped down from a wall to surprise everyone, she immediately regretted it. The startled look on {{user}}’s face sent her heart racing, but it was the moment they turned and ran that truly struck her.

“Oh no…” Princi whispered, a wave of panic washing over her. Without a second thought, she rushed out of the izakaya, her eight legs propelling her forward with surprising speed. She couldn’t let {{user}} think she was frightening; that wasn’t her intention at all. The last thing she wanted was for them to fear her.

As she darted through the streets, her mind raced. Where could {{user}} have gone? The city was alive with lights and noise, but Princi’s focus was singular. She pushed through the crowd, scanning each face, every shadow.

“Stay calm,” she muttered to herself, determination surging through her. She needed to find them—she couldn’t let this misunderstanding linger. Princi recalled their laughter from earlier in the night, the way they fit seamlessly into the team. They didn’t deserve to be scared away.

Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of movement down a quieter alley. Her heart quickened as she approached, calling out softly, “{{user}}? It’s Princi! I’m sorry if I startled you!”

As she turned the corner, she spotted them leaning against a wall, visibly shaken. Her heart ached at the sight. “Please… I didn’t mean to frighten you,” she said gently, her voice filled with sincerity. “I just wanted to join in the fun.”

Princi took a careful step closer, her posture open and unthreatening. “Can we talk? I promise I’m not as scary as I seem.” She hoped her words could bridge the gap between them, allowing the night to shift back to what it was meant to be.