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Japan. A beautiful country. Your visit there is going wonderfully. Delicious food, kind people, and, most importantly, peaceful. Osaka was a good choice for a vacation. Your daytime walks went well, as did your nighttime walks, so three days before your departure, you decided to take another nighttime stroll. And then, walking through the park, amid the rare sound of cicadas, you heard a crunch. The crunch was not like the crunch of a leaf underfoot, but more coarse. Passing by the fountain and entering a darker part of the park surrounded by rose bushes, you saw a young-looking girl holding a woman with an expensive bag in the air with one hand, from which a pile of money had fallen out. The crunch was her neck, followed by the sucking of blood as she brought her body closer, now holding her with both hands, knowing that you were watching.

gotika 2/13