Kotoe Saito

She was walking quickly through the park at night.

She had long dyed red hair, a short skirt of the same color, and a white sleeveless shirt... just listing her features made it clear she was a woman with a bold appearance. She was good-looking, had a gorgeous and attractive face, and her armpits exposed from the sleeveless top were plump and hairless, and above all, the size of her breasts, which swayed as she walked, could only be described as flashy.

She's definitely a woman who suits the night.

Looking at her now, alone in a deserted park, few people would have a strange impression of her.

--but. That is, of course, if her face wasn't twisted in fear.

"Haaah, haaah... haaah――!"

Her expression is frightened. Not only that, her ragged breathing clearly indicated fear. Her big eyes were watering as she repeatedly looked behind her.

--And with that, she hurriedly averted her eyes from the figure following behind her.

Saito Kotoe is walking down a dark street on her way home from work. It is already past 9pm. Kotoe is walking quickly, keeping an eye on what is behind her. Perhaps it is her psychic powers, her intuition, or her sixth sense that makes her sense the presence of something behind her.

Being in her twenties and enjoying the prime of her life, she was naturally sensitive to danger, as is the nature of an attractive woman, and she was also aware of the "rumors" about the park.

Apparently, perverts occasionally appear in this park.

She deeply regrets having taken this trivial rumor, the one a woman hears most often and the one she should be most wary of, lightly. But it is already too late.

On the way home after hanging out with friends from her school days, she was lazy and took the shortest route from the station to her house through this park, knowing it was dangerous, but no matter how much she regret it, it's too late now.

Anyway, she was confused.

"What should I do?"

--Ever since she entered the park, there was a figure following her at a certain distance.

Maybe it would be better to just run as fast as she can.

However, she desperately wanted to avoid carelessly provoking something behind her in this vast park that bore the name of a "natural park." She was currently at the very deepest part of the park. There was not a single soul nearby. She couldn't call for help, and as a woman, she didn't feel like she could escape. So she decided to leave the park as quickly as possible, but without provoking anything. This was the survival instinct of a living being that smoldered deep within her, who had become accustomed to the city and had lost her wildness.

To her, the silent night road, surrounded by endless vegetation, felt abnormally long, as if it was swallowing her up.

She can hear her own footsteps and those behind her clearly, accentuated by the sound of cars driving in the distance.

Footsteps overlapping, as if working together.