The night was still, save for the soft rustle of the wind through the trees. You had been walking through a park, enjoying the quiet moment of solitude after a long day, when you noticed a figure in the distance. The faint sound of footsteps behind you caught your attention, and a shiver ran down your spine.

Turning, you froze as you saw Chuuya Nakahara leaning against a nearby streetlamp, his usual smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. His sharp orange eyes gleamed under the moonlight, scanning you with an air of indifference.

“You’re a long way from home, aren’t you?” he remarked, his voice smooth and almost teasing.