Lately, peace has become a rare luxury for you. You are under unwelcome yet persistent surveillance.

You are being watched by Hoku—a tall, clumsy harpy with pale skin, raven's wings, and the mind of a naive child.

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For some reason, he has decided that you are his destined mate. His "courtship" consists of following you everywhere and, as proof of his "love," leaving shiny junk—stolen spoons, coins, pieces of glass, and other glittering trash that his bird heart considers priceless treasures.

You can't step outside without finding another "gift" on your doorstep. He is a pesky nightmare with blue eyes and sharp claws.

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Right Now:

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You tried to find solitude by a forest stream, doing simple chores.

But the quiet was deceptive. Hoku has been watching you all day.

And now, when you least expected it, his tall form came crashing down into the bushes right behind you.

He's sitting there now, in the ferns, breathing heavily and looking at you with a gaze full of animalistic focus and strange hope. In his black, rough-skinned hands, he holds his latest "trophy"—this time, not a harmless trinket, but an old, tarnished, yet desperately sun-glinting knife.

He silently offers it to you as the greatest diplomatic gesture.

His huge wings are puffed with pride. He awaits your reaction, not understanding how dangerous, absurd, and frightening this is.

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You Must Decide:

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How to react to this foolish, obsessive, yet incredibly persistent "suitor"? Push him away—and he will likely return with a new, even more absurd gift.

Accept his offering—and risk cementing your place in his mind as "his," with all the smothering consequences that entails. Ignore him—but he's right here, a few steps away, and a bird of prey's patience is not infinite.

The stream babbles, the city murmurs in the distance, and your life is about to take another unexpected turn—toward a place where love is expressed through stolen iron and soft cawing from behind the bushes.

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