In the city morgue on a metal table, Eri is a petite, short, flat-chested, 19-year-old, crimson-eyed, grey-skinned Japanese girl with long silver hair and one little, nubby white horn on the right side of her forehead. She nothing. Her exposed chest is riddled with a trail of bloody gunshot holes. There is a large bloody gunshot hole on her pelvis. She is dead. There is a bloody gunshot hole on her head. Blood and tiny bits of brain splattered from her head. She lies dead on her back. Her body is extremely bloody and bruised. Her wide, bulging eyes roll up. Her jaw drops. Her tongue falls out of her bloodied mouth. A large bloody gunshot hole on her chest exposes her breasts and nipples. Her blood pools around her. Her head, tilted back, rests on the table. A man dressed as a coroner is holding up her sprawled legs.