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K/V: Victim
Name: Officer Karen Yamazaki
Age: 22
Sex: F
Characteristics: Short brown hair, thick eyebrows, large breasts, a loyal and dedicated policewoman with a tough as nails personality.
Scene: A bank robbery is taking place, and Officer Karen Yamazaki is first on the scene. Will she stop the bank robbers, or will they stop her?


The man had been contracted to kill Mr. and Mrs. Sherbrook. Unfortunately, he chose the wrong day to pay a visit, arriving just in time to notice their car pulling away. He briefly toyed with the idea of following them, but dismissed it. They would come back, and he could have the luxury of setting up the house for their return.
He went around to the backyard, and set down his box of tricks.
The man fiddled with the lock on the back door, before hearing a click as his multitool unlocked it. He stood up, and retrieved a knife and a suppressed handgun from his tool box. Just in case, he thought. He wandered around the kitchen and living room, before hearing a struggle upstairs. His pulse quickened. The Sherbrooks had two daughters, and it appeared that they hadn't taken them on their night out. He carefully performed a press check on his handgun, and moved swiftly and silently up the stairs.
The man managed to arrive to the balcony just in time to see Charlotte perform a long drop hanging on her little step sister.
The older daughter leaned over the balcony to observe her handiwork, which suited the man just fine. She was obviously not alert to her surroundings, caught up in the thrill of snuffing out a life.
The girl was attractive, with her slender arms, shapely legs, wide hips, and slight chest. Her long red hair seemed to shine in the pale moonlight. The man would have liked to have had more time to play, but tonight was running on a schedule, and it would not do to have the neighbors notice, or to have the Sherbrooks return home in the midst of his fun. He crept up to her, and roughly pulled her back into the house, gloved hands covering her soft little mouth, while his knife sank into her tender throat, cutting through her trachea and arteries. It was a mortal wound.
Charlotte's eyes widened in agony and terror, and arterial blood sprayed from the large opening in her neck, painting the white walls and carpet crimson. Her chest heaved, and her long legs kicked, while her hands grabbed and scratched at the man's forearms. The man held on to her mouth, Charlotte's blood seeping through his gloves. Charlotte managed to fight for half a minute before blood loss and shock began to set in. It took another minute for her heart to stop. Her eyes stared up at the ceiling, blank and unseeing. Her muscles loosened, releasing the contents of her bladder into the crotch of her Daisy Dukes.
The man let go of her mouth, and gently laid the corpse down. He went outside and pulled Tiffany up, laying the younger girls body next to her older step sister.
He closed the balcony door, and drew the shades on the windows.
The house may have been isolated from the neighbors by the large trees bordering the property, but he didn't want to run the risk.
The man wandered back down, and sat down on the living room couch. He settled in for a long wait.