Fountain Park.
"Fuck, truly bad luck.
I just lost my money, and now it's pouring like this, is it intentionally against me?"
Under the dark curtain of rain, a few figures illuminated by distant neon lights appeared especially blurry, and a curse was heard among them.
Walking under a park lamppost,
Their faces, hidden in the night, became visible.
One was a bald old man wearing work clothes who looked quite old.
There were several scar-like marks on the old man's bare head, adding a bit of ferocity to his already ugly face.
Another was a middle-aged man with graying temples, ordinary in appearance but with a vulgar temperament that made him disgusting for no reason.
One was a tall, muscular young man with short hair, elongated cheeks, and sallow skin.
The last one was a fat young man with a wide body, pale skin, and short light purple hair that reached his ears.
A common trait among these men was their work clothes covered in dust and their flushed faces.
Coupled with the shaky steps, it was obvious that they had just finished gambling and drinking.
And that curse was uttered by the youngest and strongest young man among the four.
After hearing what he said, the fat man among the four spoke with a slightly complaining tone.
"I told you we should've left. Just got our paychecks, and instead of blowing off some steam, fucking some bitches, you wanted to gamble."
"It's my money I gambled with; what's it to you? You're broke now, too, aren't you?"
The young man, whose mind had become foggy from alcohol, became displeased when he heard the chubby man's complaint and stopped to push him.
But he was stopped by the middle-aged man walking between the two people:
"What's the use of saying this now... eh?"
Halfway through his sentence, as if he noticed something, the middle-aged man squinted and frowned, looking towards the roadside outside the park.
And his actions also drew the attention of the other three people.
Tapping the fat man next to him, the bald man, using the streetlight, barely made out a small figure running wildly in the rain, with her head lowered not far away.
"Fatty, you have a good eyesight.
If I'm not mistaken, that's a girl, right?"
"Yes, that's a girl!"
Confirming with a nod.
Under the influence of alcohol, with evil thoughts and unreleased desires surging,
The latter grinned and nudged the bald man next to him.
But before he could speak, the middle-aged man among the four was the first to say: "This is like money coming our way."
After he spoke, the four looked at each other and, knowing the thoughts in each other's hearts, held their umbrellas and quickly ran towards the blurry figure passing by the park.
The sinister gleam in their eyes and the hot breath from their wide-open mouths made their already ugly faces appear even more terrifying, as if evil ghosts had crawled out of hell.
Sprinting forward, the four, with their umbrellas, formed a wall that blocked the girl's way home.
And Okino Rinka, with her head down, her strength fading little by little, running slower and slower, ran headfirst into what was, for her, an immovable wall.
Splash—
The dorayaki stuffed in her embrace, still warm and untouched by the rain,
Flew out of the girl's arms in the unexpected collision and fell in front of the four of them.
Sitting down on the cold, wet ground, Okino Rinka looked at the Dorayaki that fell in the puddle through her hair and the rain curtain and tried to reach out for it with her hands and feet.
But at the moment when they are about to touch.
A big muddy foot stepped on the Dorayaki that was soaked in water, and the temperature gradually disappeared.
"Little sister, sorry about that, I didn't see it. You wanted to eat dorayaki, right? How about uncle compensates you?"
The chilly raindrops, mixed with words full of ill intent, fell on the girl's frail body, making her already cold and trembling body curl up even more from the bone-chilling cold.
Thinking that she still needed to go home and mend the rift between herself and her brother, Rinka grabbed the Dorayaki closest to her and ran back without looking back.
But with her physical strength that was average at best, she was able to run wildly in the rain for a long time without getting weak and falling down, which was only on sheer willpower.
Now, after a sudden stop.
Her energy dissipated.
The feeling of weakness that seemed to swallow her whole swept through her body like a wave.
Her legs gave way, and as she started to fall forward, a large hand also grabbed her soaking-wet hair from behind.
"Little girl, uncle hasn't compensated you for the dorayaki yet; why are you leaving in such a hurry?"
Pulling the wet and slippery hair in his hands, and ignoring the girl's feeble cry of pain, the middle-aged man pulled her to his legs and looked at her face, which was covered by hair, through the light from across the road.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk~ Who could be so heartless to hit such a cute girl, look, she's still bleeding now~ Tsk, tsk~"
"Don't worry, uncle and brothers here, will take good — care — very — good care of you."
The bald man, having checked that there were no people around, slapped the middle-aged man wasting time.
"Stop talking nonsense, it would be bad if someone sees us, let's go quickly."
The middle-aged man who also knew not to waste time here nodded: "Okay, there is a toilet in the park, let's fuck her there; we don't have money to go to a hotel anyway."
"Why are you so stained?"
Dissatisfied with the nagging of these guys, the young man with a sallow complexion pulled the girl's hair and lifted her petite body on his shoulders.
"Cough~"
Feeling the pain of her hair being pulled over her head, listening to those malicious words, being looked up and down by their hungry eyes as if she were mere prey, Okino Rinka trembled even more severely.
But her whole body was cold and weak, and there was no part of her that was not in pain.
Now she didn't even have the strength to raise her hands.
With the fear in her heart that was enough to make her collapse, before she could even open her mouth to scream, the three men already eyeing her from behind swung their hands down.
Smack—
"Little girl, you'll have your chance to scream later, no need to rush now, or uncle will have to harden his heart and punish a disobedient child again."
After hitting her a few more times, to make sure she wouldn't make a sound, the middle-aged man finally stopped.
"Cough~"
Spitting out a mouthful of blood,
Okino Rinka, feeling ice-cold and numb all over, with her vision darkening in waves, struggled to lift her head towards the distant light about to extinguish, unable to tell if this was reality or a dream.
'If this is a nightmare, please let me wake up soon, Brother Kazuki, please wake me up...'
In the boundless fear, the girl harbored her last bit of fantasy.
But being thrown onto the floor, feeling the cold and bone-chilling pain beneath her body,
And the dazzling, yet warmth-less light over her head,
Lying on the ground, the girl woke up from her fantasy and her eyes suddenly widened.
Tread——
"Time waits for no one, let's get started."
"I'll go first; I found her."
"Take your time; we've got plenty of it anyway."
"That's right."
Hearing the conversation of these men, Okino Rinka, who had regained some strength due to fear, stood up tremblingly and kept retreating.
"No, no, no...Brother Kazuki, Brother Kazuki, save me..."
Looking at the eyes flashing with fear, the petite but charming body trembling from fright.
A strange sense of excitement arose in the hearts of the four of them, and their gazes, hotter than before, swept up and down her body.
Noticed the rising malice in their eyes.
Okino Rinka, who was tremblingly retreating on all fours, suddenly got up and rushed towards a toilet stall.
Bang—
Closing the door of the stall behind her, the girl, in her drenched, filthy clothes, curled up on the toilet seat.
Her pale hands clasped together, listening to the 'bang bang' sound outside like an evil spirit knocking on the door, praying in her heart that her brother could come to save her.
'Brother Kazuki has always loves me so much, he will definitely come out to find me.'
He must, he must!
Hearing the pounding on the door getting louder and louder, the girl closed her eyes tightly, but her tears kept flowing.
Her heart was beating so fast that she felt her heartstrings about to snap as she clenched her pale hands tighter and tighter.
Bang—
With a sudden burst of the door breaking open,
The moment Okino Rinka was about to break down, a voice that was as biting and cold as the cold wind, but contained as much anger as fire, echoed in the space
"What the hell are you doing?"