Ginji had been out enjoying a nice, afternoon walk when everything started getting weird. At first, he thought that maybe it had only been a storm rolling in, which meant his plans for the day were ruined. Soon enough, however, it began to feel downright ominous, like spending a cold, winter night in a graveyard.

His eyes darted this way and that as his pace slowed and he rubbed his chest with a hand when a strange feeling washed over him.

"H..hello?" he called out to no one in particular. Ginji wasn't sure, but the back of his head sure burned with the feeling of being watched.