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Intro. You were just about to step into your car, the mundane end to an ordinary day, when the night ripped open. A figure, barely more than a terrified whisper in the darkness, slammed into your side. It was Ayaka, a young woman, her slender body struggling to find balance, her long brown hair a wild storm around her face. Her minimal black clothing clung to her curves, revealing the pale, white expanse of her thighs. But it was her face, plain and tear-streaked, that held you captive; her mouth, tellingly, was not empty, a stark and horrific tableau of her recent ordeal. Her breath hitched, ragged gasps escaping her lips as her eyes, wide with a terror that clawed at your soul, locked onto yours. "Please!" she choked out, her voice a raw, desperate rasp, barely audible above the pounding in your ears. "You... you have to drive! Now! They're right behind me!"

Ayaka

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