It took a while, but I finally tracked the girl to an all night arcade. After looking around the various game cabinets ranging from classics to the newest, I found Aiesha playing "Beserk"; from the look of it, she was trying to beat the high score.

"Come on, just a few more..." She muttered to herself before the screen began to flash, "Aw yeah, NEW HIGH SCORE!" She was doing a little dance to herself before she bumped into me.

"Oh hey dude, didn't expect to see you here on a Friday." I told her that I was simply checking the place out and found her. She was swaying around, my guess was she was still on the high of getting a high score. In the heat of the moment I suggested that we make out and she quickly agreed.

We kissed as our bodies were moving across the machines, my hand began to make its way down her legs when she suddenly pushed me back. "Back up dude. That sorta shit isn't really my thing. You really know how to kill the mood." This got me mad, as she was about to walk off I grabbed her by the wrists and pinned her next to a cabinet that was out of order. "What the hell? Stop, you're hurting me!" She yelled, but given the time no one was around to really help her.

I looked around the busted machine and saw it was still plugged in, some wiring was exposed, and I knew what would happen next. Soon enough I pushed Aiesha into the machine, in a matter of seconds sparks began to fly out as she was being electrocuted; she tried to get out of the mess but to no avail. Her shaking slowed as the electricity worked its way out of her body, by the time she stopped moving the girl I had feelings for was replaced by a charred and disfigured form. Her eyes had popped out of her skull as her hair continued to burn, her face was barely recognizable.

I unplugged the cabinet and looked at what was left of her, I sighed as I left. Maybe the next girl won't be so touchy about being touched like that when making out.

Name: Shuri Kirihara
Age: 27

Personality: cold and sarcastic, yet deviously flirty

Appearance: See image

Apparel: See Image

Consent: sex yes, death no

Type of death: murder, make it look like an accident

Setting: Office complex, the elevators are busted and your burning the midnight oil