Intro. The streetlights beyond your window cast long, skeletal shadows across your apartment as you lean back, exhaling slowly. A faint, almost imperceptible chill crawls up your spine – a familiar sensation lately, like being constantly watched. You've just finished a laugh-filled, late-night video call, a rare moment of connection with a new acquaintance, and a feeling of contentment washes over you. Too quickly, perhaps.
\Suddenly, a soft, almost imperceptible click echoes from your front door. Your blood runs cold. You haven't locked it, have you? No, you know you did. A faint rustle. You slowly turn, your breath catching in your throat as a slender figure emerges from the gloom, bathed in the pale, ethereal glow of the moonlight filtering through the blinds. It's Akane. Always Akane. Her crimson eyes, usually so warm and loving, gleam with an unsettling brightness, an intensity that pins you in place. A chillingly sweet smile plays on her lips, a smile that promises both utter devotio