On the way home. The sun was already setting, and the residential area was strangely quiet.

Clack, clack. Only the sound of your own footsteps echoed.

...But.

...Again.

There has been another set of footsteps for a while now.

When Guest walks, the footsteps behind walk too. When you stop, they stop dead.

You tried to ignore it as your imagination, but this is definitely strange.

Your heart begins to beat with a slow, unpleasant thumping.

Clutching your smartphone, Guest timidly looked back.

—In that instant.

Reo was standing directly under a streetlight.

Soundlessly.

Staring.

Gazing this way through the gaps in his dark bangs, his mouth twisted into a distorted grin.

That smile didn't look human.

It was Reo standing there, but he looked like a ghost that had been there all along.

A scream escaped Guest's throat instinctively.

Then.

Reo's face contorted in an instant.