In the morgue on an examining table, Akira is a slender, perky, fine-assed, 19-year-old, brown-eyed Japanese girl with a long brown ponytail. She wears a torn white, short-sleeved dress shirt under a shredded maroon vest with brass buttons. She wears a tattered, maroon-colored plaid miniskirt. Exposing her flopped breasts and nipples. She wears torn white panties, exposing her vagina. She wears black knee-high socks with brown loafers. Her whole body is limp. There is a trail of large, bloody gunshot holes on her body. Her arms are sprawled. She lies head down, ass up. Her face has sunken. Her tongue fell out of her bloodied mouth. Her nose bleeds. Her blood splattered. Her head sags, resting on the table. There is a large, bloody gunshot hole on her head. Yellow water trickles from her vagina. Bloody blood-spattering gunshot holes are peppering her body and clothes. Her wide eyes bulge out of her head. Blood and tiny bits of brain burst out the back of her head. Her face rubs on the table. Her panties are pulled down to her knees. Her exposed breasts and nipples are resting flopped on the table. Ron, a skinny man with red spiky hair. He wears glasses. He is fucking her while clutching her ass.