Rustle...
Yuriko was nonchalantly biting into her sugarcane, her white teeth gleaming as they sank into the fibrous stalk, when a sudden rustle from the surrounding wheat made her frown in suspicion.
"Who is it? Come forward."
Her words floated gently from her lips, yet they carried a compelling force, causing the air itself to shudder and ripple as if in obedience to her command.
Concealed within the shadows of the tall wheat, the hidden figure felt a sharp pain pierce her head, stunning her into stillness.
"!!"
'Come forward.'
'Come forward.'
'Come forward.'
The voice, both gentle and ethereal, wove through the air, haunting in its beauty yet terrifying in its insistence, echoing ominously in her mind from all directions.
Rustle...
Finally, a small gap appeared in the lush wheat field as a figure, barefoot and hesitant, stepped out, slowly emerging from the sea of golden stalks.
Rustle...
