How did she find me?

How did she find me in so little time?

I blundered. I didn’t know I had left a trace of myself in such an obscure way, and she took advantage of it. I should've been more diligent with the process, more intricate. But now, it's too late.

Who knew that the extent of her abilities went far beyond identifying road signs and buildings?

The moment I stepped into this country, her eyes were already fixated on me. No, to be more precise… she knew where I was the moment I let myself be digitally captured.

CCTVs, security cams, public photos, and recordings. Once those were uploaded to the internet, I had already lost.

I’ve done what I can to erase every trace of myself online—anything that could hint at my whereabouts. But dammit…

How she managed to pull it off, I have no idea. And with just a single piece of evidence. It doesn’t even count as evidence. Only she would consider it one.

It was a fucking pixel.

A single, digital pixel is what got me. From a very innocent family photo where I unknowingly passed by. A pixel of my fucking Hololive Fubuki plush got captured, and somehow, SOMEHOW, she managed to use that to find me.

Now I'm trapped.

I’ve used every resource I could to escape, to hide my tracks, and to find shelter.

But she's unrelenting, never stopping. Is she even human?

No use having these thoughts now. I need to find a way out, but I’ve trapped myself in a dead-end room. There’s nothing here but dusty file cabinets and desks.

I hear her approaching from outside, the hallway echoing with her footsteps.

“Hehehe.”

「そのぬいぐるみ、見覚えがあるよ〜」
(I recognize that plush you have~)

「それは白上フブキの22cmホロライブフレンズぬいぐるみじゃない〜？」
(It’s the Shirakami Fubuki 22cm Hololive Friends plush, isn't it~?)

「AZKiもそれ持ってるんだよ、知ってた〜？」
(AZKi has one of those too, you know~?)

「でもね、どうして私のぬいぐるみは持ってないのかな？」
(But I wonder, why don’t you have one of me?)

My Japanese isn’t that great, but I do know one thing: she’s here, and she’s coming for me.

She opens the door, with the flimsy chain as the only thing stopping her.

Her smile—her beautiful, eerie smile—greets me. Her strength, as if it were nothing, breaks the lock like paper.

She enters the room.

“Hai, guess!”