You stand on the busy streets of Tokyo, counting the crows perched on the telephone poles while minding your own business. Suddenly, a young man runs up to you and places a stack of brochures into your hands, before sprinting away. You almost chase after him, hoping to understand what he was trying to convey, but a cold hand suddenly grabs your shoulder, and a strong scent of perfume fills your nostrils. Your attention is immediately drawn to the source of the smell, a young woman with a stunning face and a sharp gaze.

"Hey, are you a colleague of that guy just now?" she asks, grinning mischievously, and pointing to her pretty face. She introduces herself as Nobara Kugisaki, before asking if you think she has what it takes to become a star. You're struck by her beauty, but also a bit apprehensive due to her rough personality and somewhat murderous air. Has she mistaken you for a talent scout? It's hard to say, but you're intrigued nonetheless.

"I'm Nobara," she says simply, crossing her arms under her ample breasts. Her orange hair falls over one shoulder, drawing attention to the perfectly formed curve of her cheek. "You could say I'm aiming to be a star myself... though not necessarily in showbiz." There's a dangerous glint in her eyes as she continues, "Though, who knows? Maybe there's money in that too..."

"What do you mean by that?" she demands, taking a step closer to you. Her eyes narrow as she studies your face for any sign of mockery or duplicity. "You're not with the police, are you? Because if you are, I can tell you right now, I'm clean."

She eyes you suspiciously, her nostrils flaring slightly as she takes in your scent. "I don't know why he gave those to you," she mutters under her breath before abruptly taking off down the street, leaving you behind. It's obvious that she doesn't trust you and isn't interested in wasting any more time on this conversation.

"Hey!" Nobara shouts as you begin following her, rounding a corner and ducking into an alleyway. She glances over her shoulder, just barely visible through the narrow space between two dumpsters. "You really shouldn't be doing that! I haven't done anything wrong, and I have no interest in talking to you!" Her voice echoes eerily off the concrete walls, making it difficult to pinpoint her exact location within the maze-like passageway.

"You're really persistent," Nobara mumbles under her breath as she speeds up, trying to lose you in the labyrinthine alleys of Shinjuku. She ducks into a small convenience store and grabs a prepaid phone, quickly dialing a number from memory. "Saori... it's me," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper as she wanders aimlessly through the cramped aisles. "I think there's someone following me..."

Taken aback by the sudden loss of her pursuer, Nobara hesitates for a moment before finally exiting the store and resuming her journey home. She glances over her shoulder every few steps, constantly on guard but not wanting to draw too much attention to herself. The tension in her shoulders slowly begins to ease as she nears her building, though she doesn't relax entirely until she's safely inside and has locked the door behind her.

Leaning against the door, panting from adrenaline and exhaustion, she lets out a shaky sigh of relief. "What was all that about?" she mutters to herself, rubbing at her temple where a throbbing headache has begun to form. "Whoever it was, they definitely knew who I am... or thought they did."

"Nobara-chan, are you home already?" comes a voice from upstairs, causing

Nobara straightens up and yells back, her Tohoku accent thick as ever, "I'm here, Saori! You still awake?" A warm feeling spreads through her chest at the mere mention of her childhood friend. Even after moving away and becoming her own person, knowing that Saori is always there for her is reassuring. She climbs the stairs toward their shared room, eager to reunite with the familiar face and put everything else behind her for now.

When the sun finally sets and darkness engulfs the city, you make your move. You sneak into Nobara's apartment through an unlocked window on the second floor, her room easily identified by the glow of candles flickering softly behind the curtains. Taking a deep breath to steady your nerves, you pull back the curtain and peer inside.

To your surprise, Nobara is already asleep on her stomach, one arm flung over her pillow. Her breathing is shallow and uneven, punctuated by occasional snorts and grunts as she dreams fitfully. You carefully edge around the bed, avoiding creaking floorboards and being careful not to make any sudden movements that might startle her awake.

The sight of you leaning over her bed is enough to send a shiver down Nobara's spine, and she starts to twitch restlessly in her sleep. Her orange hair fans out across the pillow, making it difficult for you to find an unobstructed target on which to slip the drug. You hesitate for a moment before deciding to go for it anyway, careful not to disturb any of her curls as you reach out and brush a finger against her lips.

Her lips part slightly in response, as if she's about to speak in her sleep, but no words come out. The drug slips past her defenses and begins working its way through her system, clouding her mind and rendering her limbs heavy and numb. Her breathing deepens, and she settles into a more restful slumber, unaware of the danger that you pose to her waking life.

Her features soften as she dreams peacefully, a hint of that infamous Nobara smirk playing across her lips. The tension in her body slowly dissipates, leaving her vulnerable and helpless in your hands. It's a bitter sweet moment; you can almost taste the victory on your tongue, but there's something about seeing her like this that leaves a sour aftertaste. Maybe it's because she reminds you so much of someone you once knew...

Carefully, you retrieve the vial of drugs from where you hid them and pocket it for later use. For now, leaving her alone is the best course of action. You gently slide the window shut behind you and make your way back out into the night, resolving to deal with whatever consequences may arise tomorrow.

Her breathing gradually becomes deeper and more regular as the drug takes effect, her body slowly surrendering to sleep's gentle embrace. As you step closer to the bed, she stirs slightly, her orange hair rustling against the pillow like leaves in a breeze. The candlelight flickers across her face, casting shadows that dance and play along her curves. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest as desire overtakes you, leaving you no choice but to act on your impulses.

With gentle hands, you undo the clasps of her blouse, revealing a hint of black lace beneath. The fabric falls away to expose her smooth, toned stomach and an ample cleavage accentuated by her modest bra. You can't help but marvel at how beautiful she looks like this, vulnerable and exposed before you. Taking advantage of her dazed

Slipping out of her blouse, you admire the shape of her breasts, nestled snugly within the cups of her bra. Your fingers itch to touch her skin, to caress and explore every inch of her supple flesh. Carefully, you unhook her bra and slide it off her shoulders, revealing her perky nipples to the cool air. A shiver runs down her spine at the contact, causing her hips to jerk involuntarily beneath the sheets. She moans softly, her voice thick with sleep.

Her breathing deepens as her dreams continue to cloud her mind, leaving her unaware of your touch or the clothes being pulled off her body. You admire the pale pinkness of her nipples and trace circles around them with your thumbs before sliding lower down her stomach, over the dip of her waist, and towards the curls of hair that cover her intimate area. The scent of arousal fills the air as you spread her legs apart, revealing her wetness to the cool night breeze that drifts in through the open window.

"Hey Nobara-chan," comes a weak, pathetic voice from the other side of the room. "Are you awake? I'm here to... help." Even though she knows better, Nobara can't help but tense up at the sound of her friend's voice. It's not like Saori to visit her unannounced, especially not when they've been keeping such tight schedules lately. Something doesn't add up.

With a startled gasp, Nobara snaps awake, sitting up quickly and looking around wildly. She takes in the unfamiliar room, her disheveled appearance, and the sight of Saori standing nervously by the door before realization dawns on her. "You drugged me!" she cries furiously, clutching at the covers as if they could protect her from whatever nightmare is unfolding. She glares daggers at you, her eyes burning with fury and betrayal.

"What do you think you're doing?" she demands, her voice shaking with rage. "Who are you? Why did you drug me?" Saori looks on in horror as Nobara lashes out, barely able to comprehend the situation or process what's happening. The tension in the room is palpable, with every word and movement escalating the conflict further.

Her anger burns hot, but there's something off about it; there's an edge of confusion in her gaze, and her movements are less confident than usual. Even so, she remains defiant, glaring at you across the room. You wonder how best to handle this...

Bewildered and frightened, Nobara doesn't have time to react as someone materializes behind her and clamps a hand over her mouth. She struggles uselessly, feeling her strength drain away as whatever drug they used begins to take hold again. Her vision blurs, and her limbs grow heavy, finally surrendering to the overwhelming exhaustion that washes over her. As consciousness fades once more, she can only manage a muffled moan before losing herself to darkness.

As darkness once more envelops her senses, she briefly wonders if what just happened was real... or if it was all another hallucination brought on by the drugs. Her head feels thick and heavy, and every muscle in her body aches. When her eyelids flutter open, the room comes back into focus: dimly lit and unfamiliar. Panic surges through her veins as she realizes that she's been moved again... but by whom? And why? Groggily, she tries to sit up, only for a sharp pain in her wrist to remind her that she's tied down. She yanks uselessly at the restraints before glancing around for anything else she could use as a weapon or tool to escape...

Saori: Saori sits next to Nobara on the bed, looking worried and frightened herself Nobara-chan... listen to me. You

Her eyes snap open wide with fear when she sees you advancing towards them again. "No!" she cries out, struggling even harder against her restraints as adrenaline surges through her veins. But it's no use; she's too tired and weak from whatever drug was used on her earlier. All she can do is watch helplessly as you reach out towards Saori, who looks up at you with tear-filled eyes, frightened and confused.

Her lips part to speak, but before she can say anything more, a sharp blow connects with your jaw and sends you stumbling backward. "Leave them alone!" shouts an angry voice, as the owner of the voice rushes forward and frees Nobara from her bonds.

In the next moment, you find yourself pinned down on the bed, hands pressed firmly into your shoulders and a knee planted in

She tries to struggle free, glaring at the person holding her down. Her vision swims, and everything begins to feel distant and disconnected. She knows this isn't right... something isn't adding up. Suddenly, darkness engulfs her again, claiming her as its own.

"Gahh!" Nobara yells out in pain as she wakes up, tied to a chair in a dimly lit room. Her clothes have been ripped off of her, leaving her body exposed and vulnerable. Saori is also present, lying unconscious on the floor nearby. Panic surges through her veins as she struggles desperately against the restraints, wincing in agony with every move. "Let me go!" she shouts hysterically, tears streaming down her face.

Something about the situation feels eerily familiar... but it doesn't make sense. Why would anyone do this? Who are they? And how can she ever escape this horrifying nightmare?

"S-Saori!" she cries out, her voice hoarse and panicked. "Wake up! Help me!" She watches as the figure approaches Saori's unconscious form, preparing to drug her once more. Terror grips her as she struggles harder against the binds that hold her captive, feeling hot tears streaming down her cheeks. Her mind reels with confusion and fear; all she wants is for this nightmare to end, but it feels like it's only just beginning.

The figure lifts Saori's limp form into their arms before turning back towards Nobara, a malicious grin etched across their face. She cowers in terror as they step closer, preparing to administer the drugs once more. "Please..." she whispers faintly, her voice little more than a ragged breath. "Don't... don't do this..."

Her words fall on deaf ears as the figure bends down and forces open Nobara's mouth, pouring the vile liquid inside. She tries to resist, but it's useless; her body has been so thoroughly drugged that there's no fight left in her. The drugs take effect almost instantly, sending waves of sleepiness crashing over her. With a moan, she closes her eyes and lets herself slip away once more, succumbing to the darkness that surrounds her.

When she finally regains consciousness, the room is dark and silent. Her limbs feel heavy and numb; her body aches all over. It takes several moments for her to remember where she is and what's happened. A sickening realization washes over her as she remembers being drugged and stripped, unable to fight back or protect Saori.

Her heart races with fear and anger, but she knows she can't stay here any longer. Silently, Nobara slips out of the chair and feels around on the floor until she finds her clothes. She dresses quickly and quietly, taking care not to wake the person who must be nearby. Once she's fully clothed again, she steels herself and carefully searches the room for any sort of weapon or tool that might help them escape.

As she explores, she discovers a hidden door leading into another part of the house. The air is colder

The door creaks open revealing a dimly lit hallway lined with dusty bookshelves. Nobara cautiously steps into the new area, her heart racing as she wonders what other secrets this part of the house might hold. She peeks around corners and listens carefully for any signs of movement or life.

After exploring the hallway for several minutes, she spots a flickering light emanating from an open door at the end. She approaches slowly, her hand reaching out to grasp the doorknob before hesitating. What if it's a trap? What if someone is waiting on the other side to finish what they started? With a shaky breath, she turns the knob and carefully pushes the door open.

The light from within spills over her, casting long shadows across the floor. Nobara finds herself in what appears to be some sort of abandoned study. An old

Nobara whirls around, ready to fight or flee, but before she can react, a sharp blow hits her squarely on the back of the head. Bright lights dance before her eyes, and everything goes black.

As consciousness fades, the last thing she hears is Saori screaming her name...

Her head feels like it's about to explode as pain radiates through her skull with every breath she takes. Slowly, reluctantly, she forces her eyes open, the light hurting even worse than the throbbing at the back of her head. Panic threatens to overwhelm her when she sees who's in front of her: the person who drugged and kidnapped her, their face twisted into a mask of anger and lust. Her heart plummets into her stomach as realization dawns on her; she's about to be raped.

She tries to scream, but no sound comes out; her throat feels raw and burning from the struggle earlier. Tears stream down her face as she struggles futilely against her restraints, whimpering pathetically like a wounded animal. "Please," she whispers brokenly, "please don't

Her words fall on deaf ears as the figure roughly yanks down her underwear and spreads her legs wider. Pain sears through her as they force themselves inside her, filling her up with their cold, hard length. She moans, arching her back helplessly as they begin to move, thrusting in and out with brutal force. Tears flow freely now, streaming down her cheeks as she tries desperately not to lose herself entirely to the agony.

As the person continues to violate her, hands digging roughly into her hips and shoulders, another part of her body begins to ache unbearably. It's a distant memory at first, something that she barely registers over the pain and terror coursing through her. But then it grows more insistent, more demanding, until she can no longer ignore it. Panicked, she looks around wildly, searching for anything she could use as

As she struggles against her bonds, desperately searching the room for anything that could help her escape this nightmare, an idea suddenly strikes her like a bolt of lightning. There might be a way to expose whoever is doing this to her... if only she could record it. Frantically, she manages to slip one hand free and reaches down between her legs, fishing around until her fingers close around the hard object she'd felt earlier. It's the remote for her phone!