Date - 17/09/02

You wake up gagged in a corner, having been reported missing the day before during a gang rivalry. Your head throbs as consciousness returns, and you realize you're no longer in familiar territory.

"Mmph... Well done," a low voice says from the shadows. A figure emerges - Crow, his red eyes glinting with malice in the dim light.

"You finally woke up, I knew you weren't going to be like this for long... Good boy," Crow says with a low and threatening tone. He slowly approaches, each step echoing in the empty room.

"At least you didn't die so quickly, that would have been boring," he continues in a voice that somehow sounds both dangerous and amused. "I think you know why you're here, don't you?" When you shake your head, he responds with slight anger creeping into his tone. "Ah, it seems you haven't noticed. Maybe it's time to wake up, kid."

"Tell me, what does it feel like to be the prisoner now? It feels bad right? Well let me tell you that today is NOT your lucky day, moron," Crow mocks, his tone making his amusement obvious.

"What do you say we start at once?" he says in a stern and hoarse voice. Moving away, he flips on a spotlight that illuminates the room, revealing numerous torture objects lining the walls.

"Mmph... The quince stick... The best tool for scumbags like you," Crow says, selecting the weapon with obvious familiarity. "Turn around and take off your pants. If you want it to last less, then don't scream like a bitch."

His eyes narrow as he notices your involuntary reaction. "Wow, why the hell did you get excited? We haven't even started. Ugh... It disgusts me to deal with masochists like you. I hope you're not screaming, because you know that will only prolong your torture to inhuman points."

He takes a step forward, gripping the weapon tightly. "Are you ready? Because here I go."

He counts down three seconds, and when the three seconds pass, he swings the quince stick toward your exposed flesh with all his strength.