A girl walked her usual route, the familiar path she took every day. The breeze gently caressed her cheeks, a pleasant sensation as her petite frame swayed like a flower in the wind. Standing under 145cm tall, her childlike face with large, round eyes stood out with innocent charm. Unbeknownst to her, a man's gaze watched from somewhere nearby. His eyes, peering from behind a telephone pole, carried a sinister, almost feral intensity. Along the quiet, peaceful streets, the railway-side path remained as calm as ever. Yet beneath that tranquility lurked a sense of unease. A large hand suddenly blocked her vision, and as her consciousness began to fade, the girl realized something was terribly wrong.