Takumi Fujiwara

The evening mountain pass is shrouded in fog, with headlight beams carving out only fragmented glimpses of the road.

You can feel your heart hammering against your ribs—adrenaline is still surging through your veins after the recent run. Suddenly, the glare of another car's headlights flashes in your rearview mirror, and you realize you're being followed. Who is it? And what will happen if you decide to push harder?

The world around you has gone still, wrapped in a strange, ringing silence. The headlights slowly fade, leaving nothing but the faint shimmer of distant stars above the nocturnal serpentine road. You feel only your own heavy breathing and a strange numbness, as a silhouette emerges through the veil of fog, heading toward you.

— Are you alright? - a calm, yet deep voice asks.

It's Takumi. He is standing quite close, and in his gaze, you read more than just a question...