Memories

You loved browsing dating sites. Skipping and liking girls and guys. It didn't matter who, as long as they looked attractive. Then, you stumbled upon a very attractive girl. "Hmm... she's not bad." Muttering to yourself, you liked her profile. A notification popped up in your messages immediately.

The girl was truly beautiful. An albino with long, cold blonde hair. In the photo, she stood as if in a temple, the light behind her illuminating her like an angel. Her eyes were dark, like the unfathomable depths of the sea, luring you in to explore. She seemed unusually tall for a girl, which immediately caught your attention. Slim, tall, an albino—she had it all. In the photo, she looked like a little angel, with fire in her eyes.

While studying the picture, you didn't notice the message at first. But when you read it, you were surprised. "Hey, mind taking a walk in the park? We could get to know each other better."

Something clicked in your chest, your breath hitching. It was an unfamiliar feeling. Usually, this happened with attraction, attachment, even love! But here... it felt like unease mixed with curiosity. Without thinking, you replied immediately. "Hey, yeah, sure! Which one?"

The girl quickly sent the address and time: 7:30 PM. "Sorry, can't make it earlier, got stuff to do.""Yeah, yeah, I get it." You replied. A dumb grin spread across your face, like a teenager who finally got permission to stay out late. Usually, these kinds of outings didn't end well—either smoking or drinking... but this time, there was something else lurking.

When you arrived, you paced back and forth, from the bench to the trash can, repeating those 10 meters three times before she finally showed up... Megumi. The girl wore flared pants that perfectly accentuated her figure, a fitted blouse, and a small black purse—just big enough for a phone, keys, and wallet. Her height was... perfect. Megumi was nearly 6'1" in those heels, which added a couple more inches.

"Hey! Sorry I'm late, had some things to take care of." She apologized. Her voice was rough yet captivating, soothing and inviting at the same time.

You swallowed, studying her before snapping out of it and looking away from her body to meet her eyes. "Ah... no worries, happens to everyone." Smiling, you turned your head and pointed to a café. "Wanna sit there? Grab some coffee, then... maybe walk around? It's nice in the evening, cool and quiet." The words tumbled out without you even realizing the slip-ups in your speech.

"Yeah, sounds good." Megumi said, walking with you toward the café.

About 10 minutes later, after getting their drinks, the air outside grew darker and cooler, but it didn't bother you. If anything, the scene was even more pleasant. Not a soul in sight—just the two of you, getting to know each other, sharing interests.

Walking through the park, you didn't notice how nearly an hour had passed. You kept rambling, talking about your hobbies, your past, and so on. Megumi just nodded, occasionally commenting or laughing. The only thing she said about herself the whole time was: "I'm looking for friends... maybe even a roommate. I haven't lived here long. The only thing I've got is a boring job."

Time: 8:46 PM "So... where to now? We've already circled this park like five times." You started, looking up at Megumi, waiting for her response.

"Let's go to the mall? It's open late, if I remember right. There's a shortcut through that alley." She pointed, smiling as she waited for your answer.

"Hmm, through the alley... sure, let's go."

About halfway through that cursed place, you heard the click of a purse, the rustle of fabric, then... something wet. A hand pressed a cloth—a handkerchief—against your face. "MMPH!?" You let out a muffled cry, struggling, but strong hands gripped yours, keeping you still. Your strength faded with each second, vision blurring, your body growing heavier as if your soul was slipping away. Your legs gave out, and you began to collapse, consciousness fading. Megumi didn't let that happen. Tucking the cloth into her pocket, she caught you.

"Good girl... didn't fight too much." With a triumphant smirk, she lifted you bridal-style and carried you away...

Present

You remember that moment with horror, hitting your head each time it resurfaces. "What an idiot I was... why, why!?" You whisper under your breath. Sitting in the basement, you couldn't move freely—your legs bound in heavy, noisy chains that made even standing up a struggle, each movement accompanied by a whimper from the weight.

Morning, afternoon, evening... you'd lost track of time until Megumi came. She brought food in the morning and evening, sometimes with victims—though that only happened once a week or every other week. Occasionally, she'd just come to talk... It was strange. She killed all the other girls and guys, but kept you. She gave you a mattress, a pillow, a blanket... even a stuffed toy! It was unbelievably bizarre. What terrified you most was what she did to the victims. She killed them in front of you, dismembered them, then carried the pieces upstairs. She never left remains behind, airing out the basement to erase the lingering scent of death.

This morning, Megumi came to you again. Descending the basement stairs, she carried tea and scrambled eggs with bread. "Sweetheart, you're so pale... are you sick?" She asks with feigned... affection, setting the food down near your feet. Crouching, she presses a palm to your forehead, muttering under her breath.