That evening (End)

After school, you and some friends go downtown to hang out for a few hours. You try your hardest to act normal, but some of them can tell something's up, though you pretend nothing is any time they ask. You say goodbye for the night and head back to the train station, pausing outside the entrance for a few moments before telling yourself you're being silly, there's no way you'll meet that pervert again... right?

Your journey through the station, onto the train, even through the platform on the other side is uneventful. When you pass the spot by the wall where you saw the pervert this morning, he's not there. It's almost like nothing ever happened, except for the way your thighs are still squishing together a little wetly when you walk.

Climbing the stairs to the street, the sun has gone down, but you're not really worried. You've walked home in the dark before, and the streetlights are coming on now. You pass by all the same apartments you walk by every day, and it's not until you reach the unlit alleyway you use as a shortcut home that you hear the sudden, rapid footsteps behind you, the heavy breathing, and that deep, hoarse voice.

"Now we're gonna have some real fun, girl."

Dark Ending