Zakuro Fujiwara was listening to the radio at her home. It was a mansion consisting of three stories. She had a interview earlier and was feeling grudgy. All she wanted to do was have a bath, listen to the classical radio station, maybe be wicked and have a glass of wine. Her schedule was getting a lot busier and she knew the stress of it all was getting to her. She needed to relax so she was going to take this night as a relaxing evening.

She was sitting back comfortably on a couch in the ground living-room when she heard the doorbell ring. That's great, she thought, her easy evening was ruined. She walked towards the door, fuming. It's odd though, Zakuro thought, the gates were locked. And why didn't the cameras and sensors not pick up a being present? She reached the door, making sure the chains were bolted. "Who's there?" she demanded. She looked through the peep-hole and saw a dark, shadowy figure standing there. "What in the hell are..." Zakuro started but suddenly the door flung forward, the chain broken and hit Zakuro in the face.

She stumbled backwards as blood gushed from her nose. The dark figuire stepped forward. He grabbed onto Zakuro and threw her towards the staircase. There was a loud thud as Zakuro hit the third and forth steps. She began to stumble up the stairs in a crab position when the figure ran at her. Zakuro flung her leg out and her foot caught him in the face, causing him to fall onto his back at the end of the stairs. Zakuro, in a panic, stumbled up the stairs, reached the first floor and ran down the corridor, towards a closet on the right handside.

She opened the corridor, where there were three wooden shelfs full of clothes and towels. She reached under the second shelf and pulled out a rifle that was strapped under the shelf. She loaded it and closed the closet. But the dark figure was there to her left. He grabbed onto the rifle that she was still clutching and pushed her against the wall behind her. The two of them struggled as they tried to over-power each other. Zakuro's hands were shaking and her grip was slipping. Quickly, she she threw the rifle to her left, causing him to fall forward into the wall. Zakuro then raised her right arm and punched him hard against the cheek.

The figure's face moved to the right but quickly responded back to its original position. He held up the rifle and hit Zakuro in the face with the end. Her face was jerked back against the wall and was covered in blood. But not giving up, she raised her leg and whacked him in the groin. He dropped the rifle and stumbled backwards. Zakuro began to ran and reached the stairs at the end of the corridor. She ran and ran up them until she reached the attic. It was a living room that contained chairs and a giant window, overlooking her back acres. She stood there, covered in blood and struggling to stay upright but admired the beautiful sight. Despite everything, she smiled when a wooden chair was smashed across the back.

The figure picked her up from the ground and placed her standing. He hit her with a left hook in the face and then a right one. He repeated this until his hands were covered in blood. She lost consciousness and began to think of memories. She had her ups and downs but she had the greatest friends anyone could have. She smiled and thanked her friends as the figure picked her up in his arms and threw her out the window. She was still smiling as she fell from three stories and landed on her back acres. The figure looked down as he saw her motionless body lie on the grass, a pool of blood surrounded her. Satisfied with his work, the figure began to leave.