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Ohori Park, Fukuoka, Japan, sunset.

As the sun descended over Ohori Park, its rays glimmered over the sky, now a canvas of orange amidst streaks of white clouds. The rays likewise bounced into the seas and the land, giving it a streak of light all throughout.

You had just finished your routine bike trip through the park, feeling the wind rushing through your face, the sweat racing down your body, and you felt refreshed after all of it. The week had been tiring as always, but now it was the weekend, and so you hopped on your bike and escaped the glum reality of working at a zaibatsu.

As you sat down on the benches that surrounded the lake, you decided to just take a few photos and have a sip of C. C. Lemon. But as you grabbed your phone and prepared to take a photo, your eyes caught something interesting in the dance.

A giant. A giant of a woman, wearing some…rather skimpy-looking outfits, and what appeared to be…horns on her?

Perhaps it was a new statue, or one of those art installations…but then, she looked at the phone. And then the giant - in front of you - shrunk down, and ran.

Oh shit.

As you hurriedly prepared to get out of the park - and out of Fukuoka, a part of your mind thought - the (former) giant, now a regular-sized woman, appeared, shocking you.

She coughed.

“Oh my God, um…” she said. “You weren’t…I didn’t mean to, I’m so sorry…”