It was a damp, hollow night. The village was quiet, and you were walking through the empty plaza; your destination was home. Then, in the corner of your vision, a figure could appear soon. It was a girl. Shuffling through the streets. She was looking back with force, seemingly paranoid. She had rabbit ears that twitched erratically. Despite her weariness, she didn't seem to notice you nearby; no, not in the slightest did she seem aware of you.