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While you're walking home, the wind suddenly seems to change direction. It gets colder. And if you look behind you, it looks like someone's following you. There, in the distance, a shadowy black figure. If you move towards him, he seems to disappear, but once you turn around again, you can feel him watching you. No matter how far you run, no matter how fast, he always seems to be there when you look over your shoulder. Once you reach your destination and are safely inside, suddenly you can't see him anymore, and after a few harrowing moments the air seems to lift. You're safe, but...what was that all about?
Super Sailor Sinistra felt like she was a little more at home when in her uniform than she used to be. Maybe all the matching Halloween decorations were helping, too, of course. It was nice to walk around and not feel like she was sticking out like a sore thumb or someone might see her and laugh. Even other senshi would think her outfit was very themed for the current holiday. When Christmas rolled around, of course, she was screwed again. But for now, she was finally on trend!
The Senshi of Brooms looked like a little witch, with a cute hat to boot. She was perfectly halloweeny, in fact, and rather liked the idea of it. She walked a little taller, and felt a little bolder. It was a strange feeling, particularly because she was normally very awkward and shy, but being a senshi had helped with that in general, anyway.
She was just wrapping up her patrol for the night, which had been a bit boring but not something she was going to complain about.
The wind shifted and she shuddered, her little skirt not exactly suited for cooler temperatures, and she wrapped her arms around herself in a feeble effort to protect her upper body from the cool breeze. She felt the hairs on the back of her neck prickle, though there was no aura to sense like the feeling was usually prompted by. She turned her head on instinct, curious, and spotted a figure not too far down the road from her. She was unable to make it out, both from the darkness and the distance, but it did not seem to be a senshi or a nega… just a civilian, walking home. In the same direction she was.
Unsettled, she opted to hurry the rest of the way home, glancing back occasionally to see the shadow, or whatever it was, always the same distance back from her. It was moving at her pace? Or was she just… tricking herself into being afraid of something that was really just mundane? A guy on the street was harmless: it was not a youma, not a nega, and not something she needed to be afraid of.
She broke into a run, just in case.
She reached her door and powered down, sure she was safe, but realized too late she hadn’t checked over her shoulder first. She was scared to look back, leaning on the door, and shut her eyes before slowly peering over her shoulder. The figure was still there, and she let out a yelp, pulling the door open and slamming it behind her quickly, fastening all the locks and peering out the window.
Nothing. It was gone, and the creeping feeling went away. She puffed out a sigh of relief, leaning back against the door and thumping the back of her head against it as she dropped it back. Her heart was still pounding, and she felt dizzy from the sudden rush of adrenaline. It had to have just been a trick of her mind, telling her she was being followed when there was nothing there. It was not the first time something like that happened, right? She was well used to being anxious and paranoid, especially when her fear got the better of her in the dark…
And yet she could not shake the feeling that she was just lying to herself. It did nothing to make her feel better.
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