...Today was so disastrous I don't even want to remember it. I trudge toward Komiyabashi Station. Come to think of it, I feel like there was some urban legend about this station—or was that just a report about a suspicious person bothering people...?

The streetlights at the rotary are certainly sparse, it's very deserted, and it feels like something might appear...

Whoops, careful. I was looking down so much I didn't notice the red-haired girl walking from the opposite direction. It's dangerous to be out this late... When I step to the left to avoid her, she shifts in the same direction. When I step to the right... wait, is she intentionally "matching" my movements...?