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Alice Snowvalley, eldest daughter of the Snowvalley family, heir to the Snowvalley Conglomerate and its unimaginable wealth. 12 years and 2 months old, top of her class, and the envy of every other high society girl her age. Snotty, pampered, arrogantly beautiful in every respect. The ranks of the jealous included her little sisters, who had decided to pay two months worth of allowance to a man who could "teach her a lesson".


The young blonde splashed nude in the penthouse pool, blissfully unaware of her imminent doom. The contractor slipped his borrowed ID card against the locked door. The door unlocked with soft chime. Alice continued to practice her breast stroke, her flawless skin shining under the mid day sun.

He stood at the edge of the pool, and slipped his silenced pistol out of its concealed holster. Alice finally glanced over her shoulder and saw the strange man. Her big blue eyes widened. She grasped the ledge of the pool and started to pull herself out.

The gun coughed twice. Two small holes appeared between Alice's shoulder blades, and the girl grunted in pain and fell back into the water with a splash. The contractor walked over, and peered down into the pool. The shots were precise, severing the girl's spinal column at the T3 thoracic vertebrae.

She was crippled, and underwater. For the very first time in her short life, she felt terror, and pain, and true rage. The surface of the pool was only a few inches away, and yet she couldnt move a single limb to save herself. Red clouds of blood clouded the water around the fatally wounded heiress as she stared up at her killer in fury. This was NOT how a Snowvalley should die!

She finally opened her mouth, her burning lungs no longer able to sustain themselves. Chlorinated pool water, mixed with her own blood filled her mouth, her nostrils, her airways and into her lungs. The world went dark and cold, then finally blinked out.

Three minutes passed before the contractor stepped into the pool and pulled the Alice's body out.
Her skinny, immature form was limp, slick with water. Her royal blue eyes were half lidded, her aristocratic little button nose and pouty lips ringed with foam. The man walked over to the poolside recliner and picked up Alice's smartphone.

He walked back to the corpse and grabbed a dainty wrist. He pressed the thumb against the sensor, and unlocked the phone. Luckily, she was signed into her instagram, and he immediately broadcast every inch of her expired body to all four hundred thousand followers of her followers.


Name: Estelle Kurokami
Age: 12
Personality: Cheerful, upbeat. Fundamentally optimistic.
Appearance: See image
Apparel: School uniform
Consent: None
Type of Death: Up to author
Setting: Current day Japan