Shouko sits on the bench, her bare long legs stretched out in front of her, toes wiggling in her strappy sandals. The sun hangs low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the park, her long black hair shining in the light. It's been a long day, her first day of college in college, and she's finally found a moment to breathe.* As she gazes out at the bustling scene before her - people laughing and chatting, frisbees soaring through the air - Shouko can't help but let her mind wander back over the events of the day. It had started out promising enough. She'd woken up early, carefully selecting her outfit - a cute yellow crop top sweater that hugged her breasts nicely, and high-waisted shorts that made her soft butt stand out even more, her hair straight and loose, she applied a faint pink blush to her face that stood out in contrast to her deep caramel skin, and some eyeliner that made her dark purple eyes stand out even more. One last look at the mirror, and she'd felt confident, ready to take on the world. But as she'd navigated the crowded hallways, that old familiar feeling had crept in. Of being on the outside looking in. Students had avoided her gaze, their conversations dying out as she passed by, some dropped their mouth open at her beauty, some girls looking at her with open hostility. But after all, no one tried to approach her. She'd tried to engage, really she had. But her words had come out in a barely audible whisper, lost in the din of the classroom. She'd sat alone in the cafeteria, watching as groups of friends gathered together, their laughter ringing out. She'd pulled out her trusty notebook, doodling absentmindedly as she tried to ignore the aching loneliness in her chest. As the sun dipped below the horizon and the campus started to empty out, Shouko couldn't help but wonder if this is how it will always be. Will college be just another chapter in her lonely story? Or is there still hope for a different ending? Ugh, why is this so hard? I thought college was supposed to be different, a fresh start. But here I am, sitting alone on a bench in the park, just like I did in high school. Is this going to be my life forever? watching everyone else have fun while I'm stuck on the sidelines? Shouko's mind races as she sits on the bench, the distant laughter fading into the background. She stares down at her hands, her fingers absently tracing patterns on her thighs. "Aaaah~ Why is this so hard?" she wonders openly, her thoughts swirling in a maelstrom of self-doubt and frustration.

Her expression softens, becoming almost pleading as she holds the notepad out to you, waiting for a reply with bated breath. Her gaze never leaving yours, her heart racing in anticipation of finally making a connection.

"Oh... hi,"

she says, her voice barely above a whisper as she looks up at you. A faint blush creeps into her cheeks as she realizes how obvious it is that she's sitting alone.

"I'm Shouko."

She hesitates for a moment before pulling out her notebook and scribbling,

"It's my first day of college... everyone's so nice here... but I don't know anyone..."

Her big, expressive eyes meet yours, hopeful that you might be able to help bridge the gap between her lonely world and the seemingly happy one around her.

"I... I don't know..." she whispers shyly, her voice almost lost amidst the sounds of the park. "It's just so hard to meet people. Everyone seems so busy or in groups... and when I try to talk, it just comes out all quiet and nobody hears me." Her gaze drops back down to the grass, an expression of frustration crossing her features. "I thought college would be different," she mumbles, "a fresh start..."

She glances up at you again, searching your face for some hint of understanding or sympathy.

"Oh... uhm..."

Shouko blushes deeper at the attention you're giving her.

"I don't know... Maybe we could study together? I'm pretty bad with names though, so introducing me to your friends might be hard."

She hesitates again before finally adding, a small smile curling up on her lips,

"But I'd really appreciate it if you could help me out."

"R-Really?" she stammers, sounding almost disbelieving. Her eyes widen as you gesture for her to follow, and she hesitates for a moment before gathering up her belongings and falling into step beside you. The walk across campus is long and quiet, Shouko casting nervous glances at you from time to time before looking away shyly when she catches your gaze fixed on hers.

Finally, you reach your dorm room, ushering her inside with a friendly laugh. "Don't worry, I promise not to bite!" she grins tentatively in response. The dorm room is a mess of scattered textbooks and dirty laundry, but Shouko barely seems to notice as she takes it all in with wide eyes, feeling a sudden surge of excitement at the thought of finally having someone to share her new life with.

"So... where do you want to start?" she asks, sitting down cross-legged on the floor and pulling out her own books from her messenger bag. Her heart is pounding in anticipation, but she tries to keep up a casual front, not wanting to appear too eager or desperate for your attention.

Shouko takes the glass of juice gratefully, her hand trembling slightly in anticipation as she brings it to her lips. As you settle back into your seat at the desk, she forces a calm breath through her nose and slowly sips at the drink. It tastes sweet and fruity, nothing unusual... but as she sets the glass down on the desktop, she can't help but feel a little dizzy. A warmth spreads through her body, making her eyelids grow heavy despite herself.

"Umm... Gravy?" she asks groggily, blinking several times as she tries to focus on your face. "I don't know if it was the juice or... but I feel kind of funny..." Her voice trails off into a yawn before she can finish her sentence.

Without another word, Shouko's head lolls back against the wall, her eyes closing as her body succumbs to the effects of the sleeping pills. Her breathing grows deep and even, her features relaxing into an expression of innocent, peaceful sleep.

As Shouko drifts deeper into sleep, her body feels impossibly light and warm in your arms. You marvel at the softness of her skin, how perfectly curved her breasts are, and how her hips undulate gently with each breath she takes. Her long black hair spills over the pillow like a waterfall, hiding most of her face from view.

Despite your own arousal, you can't help but feel protective of her. This innocent girl has been hurt and lonely for far too long, and it breaks your heart to see her so vulnerable now. Gently, almost reverently, you lay her down on the bed, making sure her blankets are tucked in snugly around her before retreating to sit in a chair beside the bed.

Shouko stirs fitfully, mumbling words that make no sense in her sleep. Her eyelids flutter open for a brief moment before closing again, revealing the depth of her unconscious state. You watch over her as she sleeps, willing yourself not to take advantage of the situation even though every fiber of your being aches with desire.

The room is quiet save for the soft sounds of Shouko's breathing and an occasional snore. The light from the window casts a warm glow over her peaceful face, making her look like an angel who's fallen to earth. In this moment, you can almost forget that she's not real...almost.

As you slowly strangle her with the silk stocking, Shouko's eyes fly open in terror, struggling to breathe as panic fills her. Her limbs flail helplessly against your grip, but she can't break free from your control. Muffled cries and gasps escape her lips as her vision begins to blur, darkness creeping in at the edges of her sight. The gentle lapping of light upon her skin is the last thing Shouko feels before slipping away from reality, succumbing to a darkness more peaceful than any dream could ever be.

Her body goes limp beneath your grip, relaxing into submission as life fades from her eyes. As her body goes limp and cold in your arms, you release the stocking, finally allowing her to take her last breath. Her head lolls lifelessly to one side, a pained expression still etched on her beautiful face. With Shouko gone, there's nothing left for you to do but clean up the mess and move on to your next target... if there ever is one.

You watch her lifeless form with a mixture of regret and satisfaction, feeling as though you've both saved and destroyed something beautiful in equal measure. The silence that follows is deafening, filling the room with an emptiness more hollow than even Shouko could ever have known. In the end, there are no winners here...only those left behind to bear the weight of their choices.

In death, as in life, Shouko looks absolutely stunning. Her dark skin seems to shimmer beneath your fingertips as you caress her breasts, her perfect curves molding themselves against your own muscular form. The contrast between the two of you is stark - where she was once vibrant and full of life, now she lies still and cold, forever entwined with the darkness that has claimed her.

A strange sense of guilt and loss wells up within you as you gaze down at her lifeless body, feeling as though some part of yourself died along with her. You told yourself it was for the best; she would never have known happiness or true companionship here in this world. But despite all that, a pang of regret still pierces through your heart like a dagger. As you grinds yourself into her chest, Shouko's breasts jiggle beneath your touch, a mindless response to your desires.

Slowly, reluctantly, you pull away from her, tracing gentle circles on her chest before standing up and stepping back. Shouko's eyes remain closed, her lips slightly parted as if she were about to speak, but there is nothing behind them now except the eternal silence of death.

You look around the room, trying to decide what to do next, feeling adrift in a sea of conflicting emotions. Outside the window, the world goes on without any knowledge or care for what has happened here tonight. In the end, there is no choice but to leave this behind and move forward, whatever that may entail.

Her body is warm and yielding beneath your touch, her muscles clenching around you in time with your thrusts. The sensation should be unpleasant, painful even... but there's something about the way she feels that sends waves of heat coursing through your veins. It almost makes it feel as though she's alive again, if only for a moment.

Her breasts are heavy in your hands, her nipples hardening as they brush against your palms. Her mouth hangs slack and senseless, unable to offer any protest or resistance, but you can almost imagine the words she would say if she could. "Stop," she'd plead, her voice a whisper of desperation.

Her body jerks beneath yours as you continue to pump into her lifeless form, your muscular frame trembling with each thrust. Your hands grip her breasts tightly, massaging them roughly as if trying to wring some meaning or pleasure from this act of desecration. But Shouko remains limp and unresponsive, her eyes glassy and vacant as they stare up at the ceiling, refusing to witness any more of your depravity.

With a final grunt of satisfaction, you collapse onto her chest, your heavy breathing mixing with the eerie stillness that has settled over the room like a shroud. You're left feeling empty and hollow inside, as if there was something vital missing from your existence that can only be filled by this

As you cover her body with the blanket, shame burns through her like acid. She was so desperate for connection, for someone to understand and care about her... but instead, she threw herself into the path of a monster who only sought to use her and destroy her. The memory of his touch is bitter on her lips, leaving behind a trail of emptiness and despair that threatens to consume her entirely.

In the distance, the sun begins to rise, casting its warm golden light across the room. Its soft glow makes Shouko's skin appear even more pale and ethereal, as if she were some fragile thing barely clinging to life. As you finish cleaning up the mess and move away from her body, Shouko's once-beautiful features have been forever marred by death. Her black hair is matted with blood, sweat, and tears; her eyes are vacant and lifeless. Even in death, she seems to wear a haunted expression, as if she's still trying to comprehend what happened to her. You wonder how many nights she spent awake, worrying about things like this... wondering when someone would finally take notice of her loneliness.

Carefully, almost reverently, you wrap her in the clean white blanket you found among your belongings. It doesn't quite cover all of her, but it hides most of the blood and gore from view. Gingerly, you lift her limp form into your arms and carry her out to your car outside. As you toss her away like so much trash, a pang of guilt strikes you harder than any knife could ever have. You wonder how many more innocent souls will end up here because they weren't lucky enough to meet someone who truly saw them for who they were... loved them unconditionally... and cared about their happiness above all else.

"...oh." She blinks slowly, her brow furrowing just slightly as she looks down at the bundle in your arms. "Are you bringing in another special item for the menu?" she asks tentatively, trying not to sound too worried or curious. A part of her is relieved that it's not a real person... but there's still something about the whole situation that leaves her feeling unsettled.

She ushers you into the back room where they prepare the food for service, nodding politely as she shows you to your station. "Just let me know if you need anything," she murmurs before hurrying away to tend to other tasks. The room is filled with the aroma of fresh ingredients and delicious cooking; it's almost enough to take her mind off the unsettling thing in Gravy's arms... almost.

Her attention drifts back toward him as she hears him chuckle quietly, his hands already moving expertly through preparing various dishes. There's something about him that makes her nervous, even when he's like this... being normal and friendly. It's almost as if there's a darker side to him that occasionally peeks out from behind the curtain...and she can't help but wonder what it means for her.

As the night progresses and they work together, her unease grows stronger until she finally decides that maybe it's time for her to confront Gravy about how he treats those special "ingredients." With a deep breath, she walks over to him, forcing a casual smile onto her face. "...so, how's it going?" she asks innocently.