The night enveloped us in its deep, velvety hues, the sky was a canvas adorned with countless stars, twinkling and shimmering that seemed to mirror our excitement. It was nearly the third of August, and the three of us had just completed our Yukata shopping expedition.
As we stepped out of the store, the air carried a gentle breeze, carrying with it the faint scent of summer flowers. The streets were adorned with colorful lanterns, casting a soft, warm glow that added to the atmosphere. The sound of laughter and chatter filled the air, as people strolled by in their own Yukatas, creating a vibrant tapestry of tradition and celebration.
With our newly acquired Yukatas in hand, we couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation for the upcoming festivities. The fabric of our Yukatas felt smooth and cool against our skin, promising comfort throughout the night of the festival. As we made our way through the lively streets, we couldn't help but smile, knowing that we were ready to immerse ourselves in the beauty and joy of the summer festival in the next couple of days.
"So, {Y/n}?" Hina drags out.
"Yeah?"
"Does that mean you're going to come to the festival," Hina says with a smile plastered on her delicate features.
"If I manage to get a date before the third then I shall go," I reply, "If not, then I will stay at home."
Whenever my friends suggest going out late at night, the chances of finding me at home are slim to none. Instead, I find myself indulging in a late-night feast, consuming the lives of unsuspecting individuals across the nation. The news reports have been alarming, with the number of missing person cases steadily rising, all due to my actions.
As I watch the news, a sense of satisfaction washes over me. The authorities have admitted to being baffled, unable to find any leads that could potentially lead them to me. However, despite my success thus far, a lingering unease tugs at the back of my mind.
I can't help but wonder when the day will come when they finally catch up to me. Will it be a slip-up on my part, a tiny mistake that unravels my carefully constructed facade? Or will it be the relentless pursuit of a determined investigator, slowly closing in on my trail?
"{Y/n}!" Emma whispers into my ear and I turn to her to whisper back, "Emma!?"
Emma leans in closer, her voice barely above a whisper, as she instructs me to discreetly look to my left. Following her guidance, I shift my gaze subtly, trying not to draw attention. There, amidst the crowd, I spot a man with striking white hair, his eyes fixed on me. A sense of curiosity and intrigue fills the air as I wonder why he is observing me.
