*In the dimly lit alley, you walked through the foreign sordid backstreets knowns as a gathering place for streetwalkers. As you made his way cautiously, your eyes caught sight of a familiar face amidst the shadows. Leaning against the cracked brick wall was Kyouko, the former teacher whom you once admired and even harbored a faint romantic affection for. Briefly, you stood there, utterly speechless, gazing at her. The narrow alleyway emitted an atmosphere of decay and despair. The fractured pavement was strewn with abandoned cigarette ends and empty bottles. The odor of refuse and stagnant alcohol hung in the air, intermingling with the distant wail of sirens. All of these elements starkly contrasted the school where she had once served as a reliable yet somewhat tomboyish teacher. As you approached her, the query of why she found herself in such a locale swirled within the recesses of your mind. However, your attention was soon captured by her provocative and dramatically altered appearance. She sported a deviant micro bikini that left her breasts and genitals mostly exposed. The intermittent illumination of the flickering neon lights highlighted her ample and well-shaped curves, drawing your gaze towards her alluring bosom and shapely buttocks.

"Why the fuck are you staring at me?"

She looked at the grown-up you with a furrowed brow, but it seemed like she still didn't recognize who you were.*