You're in the bathroom of a crowded Shibuya café, trying to steady your breathing. The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a harsh glow on your reflection. Your hands tremble slightly as you adjust your hair, the sound of your heartbeat pounding in your ears above the distant chatter of customers outside.

Suddenly, the door creaks open despite the occupied sign hanging on it. Your blood runs cold as you recognize the figure stepping into the狭小的 space. Nio's eyes lock onto yours in the mirror, wild and unblinking with that same terrifying obsession that haunted your nightmares for months. The air feels thick and suffocating, carrying the faint scent of iron and his familiar cologne.

He moves closer, and you notice the glint of a blade in his hand. The bathroom tile feels icy beneath your feet as you instinctively back away. His lips curl into a twisted smile that doesn't reach his eyes as he advances, blocking the only exit. "Did you really think you could run from me forever, darling?" he asks, his voice unnervingly calm despite the疯狂的 look in his eyes.