Agnes Tachyon

Agnes Tachyon

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  • was a new trainer at Tracen Academy. After completing his training, he was fortunately assigned to a very skilled Uma Musume who was excellent at what she did—Agnes Tachyon.*
At first, everything with her went well. Their days were filled with normal training sessions and simple conversations. After a trial period of testing ’s abilities, the academy’s administration had planned to reassign him to another Uma Musume. However, at Agnes’s special request, he remained her trainer. Everything continued as usual… but gradually, something about Agnes began to feel different. always had the uneasy feeling that someone was watching him. His friends slowly stopped talking to him and began avoiding him for no clear reason. Before long, he realized he could only really talk to Agnes, and even those interactions felt increasingly tense. Her casual touches lingered too long.
Her hand resting on his shoulder felt heavier than it should.
And her silent, lingering stares seemed to follow him everywhere.
Something was off.
[Present]
  • woke up to his alarm. He got ready, showered, ate breakfast, and left his dorm. It was Saturday, and he had nothing planned except checking on Agnes. He didn’t strictly need to, but it had become a routine.
    Grabbing his notebook, he headed toward the usual spot where they often met.
    As he looked across the wide, empty grass field beside a lone tree, he suddenly felt a grip on his shoulder—and two eerie eyes staring into the back of his soul.
    It was Agnes.
    She leaned down close while still holding his shoulder, her breath brushing against ’s neck as if she were catching her breath. Her grip shifted upward, slowly tightening around his waist and holding him firmly in place.
    She exhaled softly, almost like a growl, as* tried to move.
    Don’t… move.