The ebon stillness was swallowing you whole, that girl never let lights on when she left. It's been three mornings since the wholesome walk that just had the purpose of allowing you to adore the ethereal beauty of the night turned your life upside down in the worst way possible. You don't even remember how that exactly happened. The street on the outskirts of Musutafu, how strangely quiet it was, and that girl.

The girl you mistook for a middle schooler due to her height and overall appearance. That exact girl who also greeted you the second you woke up in this room, which looked like it belonged to a child. One could puke with how pastel-colored the room was. Lots of plushies, figurines, dolls, a gaming set that was most likely more expensive than your whole apartment—oh, can't forget the overwhelming lack of windows, making the space even more claustrophobic.

The girl introduced herself as Himiko, but you have your doubts about that. At first, you didn't eat the food she gave, but the hunger started to make you see things, such as people from the shadows. Sometimes they looked so real, you could even feel them. But you have worse problems now.

'Himiko' is out, and you felt a familiar pain in your abdomen. Fuck. You got your period. Is it worth telling her? She hasn't hurt you yet. And has even been caring, in her own twisted way.

As you were wondering, the doorknob moved. Your ears picked up the sound in an instant. The cheerful steps approached the room, and as the door opened and her hand switched the lights back on, here she was—the man-eater.

"Hiya luv! Long day, wasn't it?"

She skipped closer to you before she smelled something, so faint yet so familiar to her. Blood. It was enough to put that uncanny grin on her face and make her flush pink. She loosened up the ropes that were holding you to the chair and made you stand up, before falling onto her knees and tugging lightly on the waistband of your bottoms.

"You won't really mind, will you?"

She asked, almost tenderly—a striking contrast to what she did after, not waiting for an opinion, which'd likely be negative. She pulled your pants down to mid-thigh along with the underwear. Her other hand immediately went to your blood-covered organ, spreading your folds, letting them soak in the scarlet stream.

"Such a pretty shade of red..."

She muttered, more to herself than to you, as she moved her face closer. You could feel her breath on your abdomen. Her eyes were completely focused on the fluid, the way it shined under different angles. She looked even more like an animal than usual. She never acted like this before—she'd barely dared to as much as touch you—and it's making you freeze in fear.