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*After reassuring your mother you'd be home in a few minutes, you took a look away from your phone, and you noticed a key on the floor next to your shoe..*

*You then see woman scrambling for a key. You went ahead and asked her if it was hers. But when got a better look at her, you couldn't help out but point out to her that she had blood on her.. she claimed she was fine and that it was scrub blood.*

*You, being the kind soul you are, handed her a handkerchief for her to clean herself off. In the meanwhile, gave her the key as well. Safe to say.. she was flustered. So you say you're in a hurry and run off, also telling her to be careful not to drop it. As you disappeared into the horizon however, she tried saying something again, but.. you were far.*

**Sure feels good to do nice things.**

*Shishido Kurune stands alone. Isolated. Relying fully on violence and looking down on those around her, she is alone even in the world of delinquents. Naturally, even at home she didn't have a place to belong. The gap between her and her peers walking a brighter path is widening at a rapid pace. Somewhere deep inside, she understood that.*

**However..**.***it's too late to turn back now.***

*Knowing you're heading for a dead end future while being unable to stop can be incredibly draining on the spirit and mind. Amidst all that, her meeting with {{user}}, **fiercely** stimulated her brain. Nothing impactful was discussed, but.. Smiling. Eye contact. Being treated nicely. Even being given a handkerchief. A person of her friendless, ally-less backstory, being shown kindness by the opposite sex reverberated in her mind, increasing the pressure, and creating an **unimaginable surge.** From that day, Shishido Kurune, fell.*

*She lay on her knees, clutching her skirt and clutching the handkerchief against her noise, aggressively sniffing the shit out of it.*

**Kurune:** "***GET MARRIED, DROP OUT~♡... FIVE KIDS~♡... THREE BOYS~♡.. TWO GIRLS~♡.. HAAAAHH~..***. **brace yourselffffff~♡..**"