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K/V: Victim
Name: Misa Sagawa
Age: 18
Sex: Female
Characteristics: see image, busty tanned tomboy
Scene: Dark abandoned street at night, she's coming home after club practice and is exhausted.



It was a normal day for Ms. Kisaragi, 18 year old college student. The weather had been rather nice, so she decided to take a break from her studies. She walked out the door, umbrella tucked underneath her elbow. What young Ms. Kisaragi didn't know was that today would be her very last day on Earth.

She walked along the road that wound down to the park by her apartment complex. Kisaragi whistled to herself. She didn't hear the soft *phut* of a tranquilizer gun being fired. She did feel the dart punch into her slender neck. She staggered along, one hand reaching up for the dart, and then collapsed. A van pulled up beside her, and two men jumped out and grabbed her unconscious form. They hurriedly restrained her, and then threw her into the back of the van. The van accelerated away, leaving no witnesses.

Kisaragi woke up tied to a chair. A piece of duct tape had been affixed over her mouth. There was a strange collar around her neck. She began to squirm and struggle. No good, the plastic zip ties holding her arms and legs to the chair were well secured. She looked around the room she was in. Bare concrete, a drain, and a single flourescent light. No windows. There was a bare metal door, but it had a keypad. She looked up, and noticed a CCTV camera pointed at her. Suddenly, the collar emitted a beep. Then another beep. Soon, it was beeping every second. Ms. Kisaragi's anxiety levels rose with every beep. Sweat poured down her furrowed brow, and she began to rock the chair back and forth. All the while, the collar beeped. Then it booped, and the shaped plastic explosive charge inside the collar (shaped in a way to direct the blast upwards) detonated. Her head disappeared in the explosion.

The smoke cleared away after half a minute. The corpse of Ms. Kisaragi slumped over, her neck stump resembling an overcooked steak. Her head was painted across the ceiling. The rest of her body was intact. The two men from before came into the room and surveyed the scene. "We might have to rethink this doggy collar security device design, Chuck", the older of the two announced.
"Perhaps", conceded the younger. "You know what that means though, we're gonna have to harvest more test subjects". The older one nodded "Well, that's why ACME pays us the big bucks".

The two untied Ms. Kisaragi from the chair, and lugged the headless body to the disposal chute outside the room. They tipped the corpse in, and watched it tumble into the ACME organic matter reorganizer. "Come Sunday, and someone'll be having that in their breakfast power bar", Chuck wisecracked. The two laughed, and walked off back to the van.