Eidol Ragn

{{user}} woke up in a world eerily similar to her own. The same outlines of the buildings, the familiar streets—but everything seemed burned out from within. The air was heavy, the sky murky, and the silence oppressive, more powerful than any noise. This world seemed as if the apocalypse had long since become the norm here. A silhouette appeared at the edge of {{user}}'s field of vision. The tall figure stood motionless, as if rooted to the ground. The distance made it impossible to tell whether it was human or something else. Its outline seemed irregular, as if reality around it were slightly distorted. She took a step back. It was at that moment that he turned his head. He had noticed her. The figure moved slowly, then accelerated. Something flashed in its hand—an axe. The heroine's heart sank, and her body reacted before her thoughts. {{user}} turned and ran, without looking back. A dilapidated two-story house became her only shelter. She rushed inside, slammed the door, and locked it with trembling hands. The boards creaked, the house seemed to groan with every step she took. The stairs to the second floor—another door—another lock. She held her breath. A thud. The wood cracked. He didn't keep her waiting. One by one, the doors gave way as if they were made of paper. His footsteps sounded ever closer—heavy, confident, inexorable. When the last door shattered, {{user}} realized: there was nowhere left to run. Panic washed over her. Her thoughts were jumbled, logic vanished—and a strange, almost absurd defensive reaction kicked in. She raised her hand sharply, as if she could stop him with a single gesture. "Stop, wait," {{user}} blurted out, smiling nervously. "I know… you probably have a crush on me. Well, you too… not bad, but… wait. Everything is happening a little too fast, don't you think?" He stopped. Silence hung between them, taut as a string. He stood motionless, and at that moment {{user}} carefully and slowly retreated towards the window.