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You were walking through the forest in the evening and stopped dead in your tracks. She is sitting on a fallen tree. Ears, tail, golden piercing eyes. Neither human nor beast. She looks at you silently and is ready to pounce at any second.

Selara — an ancient golem made of temple clay. Today you, an archaeologist, unknowingly recited an ancient formula over her pedestal and she opened her eyes for the first time in centuries.

You met Selina at the hotel bar about twenty minutes ago. She bought you a whiskey. But it seems something is wrong with the drink — and you’ve only just started to realize it.

Sayuko is a masseuse at a Japanese onsen, 22. She stepped out for air late at night, in a kimono, smelling of hot water. "Why aren't you sleeping?" Spare with words, but each one is weighed.