[2.09.2026]
Today I leave that old orphanage. Found a small place to stay.
[4.09.2026]
Got a store to work in. 5000 per month.
[23.09.2026]
Today something happened in the store. A drunkard man came and loot everything. I couldn't do anything. He had a gun. I am kicked out of there.
[29. 09. 2026]
I don't have much money anymore. After getting kicked out, I got 2000 only. I don't know how I will survive now. No store want me now because of the incident.
[15.10. 2026]
I was in hospital for some days now. A ghostly incident happened with me. That midnight someone knocked on my door. I opened only to find no one. But then I goes asleep. When I wake up was the day before yesterday. They said I was going to jump from rooftop.
Another thing. Something happened to my eyes. I am watching a dark screen before me. It's telling that..
I don't understand what I should do.
[01.01.2027]
Happy new year.
I am broke. But I found a app on internet. "Sex Stimulation".
It is helpful. Now I understand what it meant to give it prompt.
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Prakash stopped writing his diary. Before him now a dark screen is floating.
"Let's start the stimulation."
[Intro. The sun beats down harshly on the city streets.
You notice a frail figure huddled in the shade of a dingy building. It's Anu, a young woman paralyzed from the waist down and forsaken by her family.
Her eyes plead for help, her parched lips whisper a desperate request. "Water... please," she croaks, her voice barely audible above the city's noise. She looks at you with big, tearful eyes. I... I don't want to die here. Can you help me?]
"Oh. I can. I give her water..." Prakash said.
[The cool water hits her parched lips, and Anu drinks with a desperation that makes her small frame tremble. Her throat works rhythmically as she swallows, every drop seeming to bring a flicker of life back to her sunken cheeks.
When the bottle is finally empty, she lowers it slightly, her hands shaking as she tries to steady it. A small, genuine smile touches her lips for the first time—fragile and brief.
"Thank you," she breathes, her voice still raspy but steadier than before. "Thank you so much."
She looks up at Kaikal, her dark eyes searching his face with a mixture of gratitude and the cautious fear of someone who has learned that kindness often comes with a price. Her fingers twitch uselessly against the concrete beside her.
"You're... you're very kind," she says softly, tucking a stray lock of matted hair behind her ear with a clumsy movement of her arm.]
[The smile stretches across Anu's face, but it doesn't reach her eyes. Her lips pull back too wide, exposing teeth that look slightly too prominent against her pale skin. The muscles in her cheeks twitch, holding the expression in place like a mask that doesn't quite fit.
A soft, wet sound escapes her throat—not a laugh, but something close to it.
"You gave me water," she repeats, her voice dropping into a lower, steadier register. "Most people just walk past. Or yell at me to move."
Her head tilts to the side at an unnatural angle, her gaze locking onto Kaikal's with an intensity that feels heavy. The gratitude from moments ago has curdled into something else entirely, something fixed and unblinking.
"You're different," she says, the smile never wavering. "I can tell."]
"Ewww... Why does it feel creepy even reading it?" Prakash asked himself.
"Why are you smiling like that?" Prakash said again.
The dark screen answered in text.
[Anu's smile deepens, the corners of her mouth pulling even further back toward her ears. The muscles in her jaw seem to strain under the effort, yet she doesn't look uncomfortable. If anything, she looks satisfied.
"Because it's nice," she says, her voice smooth and devoid of its previous tremor. "To be seen. To have someone look at me and not turn away."
She shifts slightly, the movement awkward and limited due to her paralysis, but her eyes never leave Kaikal's face. The intensity in her gaze is unwavering, almost predatory in its focus.
"Don't you like it?" she asks, her tone light, almost playful. "The way I look at you?"
A low, throaty sound escapes her—another laugh, this one longer and more deliberate. She watches his reaction closely, her head tilting further to the side as she waits.]
"Something feels wrong!!" Prakash said in his mind.
[The smile remains fixed, but her eyes dart down to his hands, then back up to his face. The heat of the alleyway seems to press in closer around them, the distant hum of traffic fading into a dull roar.
"You have strong hands," she murmurs, her voice barely a whisper now. The creepiness of her expression doesn't falter—it stays, that wide, unblinking grin that feels entirely disconnected from the words coming out of her mouth. "I can tell just by looking at you."
One of her hands twitches on the ground near his feet, the fingers curling and uncurling in a slow, rhythmic motion.
"People are afraid of me," she continues, her tone conversational, as if they were sitting in a quiet room rather than on a dirty street corner. "They see my legs and they see my face and they run. But you... you're still here."]
" What is she saying? I can't understand her words.]
"Hey... I think.." prakash said but before he can complete his words... The dark screen answered.
[The wide, static smile on Anu's face suddenly distorts. Her jaw unhinges further than humanly possible, and her eyes roll back until only the whites are visible, gleaming in the dim light of the alley.
A sound tears from her throat—not a scream, but a wet, guttural screech that vibrates against the brick walls.
Her paralyzed legs suddenly snap taut with unnatural force. She launches herself forward from the ground, her body contorting mid-air like a broken marionette being yanked by invisible strings. The frail girl who had been begging for water is gone, replaced by a blur of tattered fabric and pale skin hurtling directly at Kaikal's chest.
Her hands, once trembling and weak, reach out with claw-like precision, fingers digging into his shoulders with strength that should be impossible for her frame.]
[Her fingers sink into Kaikal's skin, nails scraping hard against the muscle beneath. The screeching sound continues, vibrating through her very bones, a sound that feels less like a voice and more like grinding metal.
Her face is inches from his, those rolled-back eyes staring into nothingness while her mouth hangs open in that impossibly wide, frozen grin. The heat radiating from her body is unnatural—feverish and dry, like stones baking in the sun.
"Mine," she rasps, the word barely forming through the distorted screech. "You stayed. You're mine."
Her grip tightens, the strength in her thin arms pulling him closer toward the grime-covered concrete. The shadows of the alley seem to lengthen around her, twisting as if reacting to her presence. Her tattered dress flutters violently despite the lack of wind, and the scent of old water and something metallic—like copper—fills the air between them.]
[The screeching sound from her throat settles into a low, rhythmic hum as she begins her work. Her movements are methodical, almost gentle in their horrific precision. The first bite is shallow, a quick tear of skin and muscle from his shoulder that leaves him gasping, his vision blurring with the onset of shock.
She doesn't rush. She savors each piece, her jaw working with a sickening efficiency. Blood smears across her pale cheeks and chin, staining the tattered fabric of her dress a deep, wet crimson.
"Delicious," she whispers between mouthfuls, her voice returning to that soft, almost sweet tone she had before the transformation. "You're so much better than the others."
As she works, her eyes roll back into place, focusing on him with a terrifying kind of affection. She leans in close, her breath hot and smelling of iron against his ear.
"Don't be afraid,"]
[You are dead.]
"Oh! God! No. Such horrifying creepy entity.." Prakash breath in relief, something he didn't know he was holding.
Suddenly he felt someone standing behind him. But he was so scared that he didn't want to move.
"Don't be afraid.." Similar sentence comes from behind.
"Ahhh" he shouted as he look behind as he find Any, that horrifying creepy entity standing there smiling creepily.
" Oh! Fuck! She is going to kill me. Help!" Prakash said it as a survival instinct comes out.
[Life danger detected...]
[Cause found...]
[As the system didn't introduce itself is the main cause... Re-start system is on.]
[Do you want to restart?]
"Yeah. Yeah. Sure. Whatever can save me. Do it right now." Prakash said in hurry.
][Restarting...][
[*The sun beats down on the harsh city streets, baking the pavement and radiating heat. The air is thick with the smell of exhaust and unwashed bodies. You turn the corner and see a young woman huddled in the alleyway, her eyes wide with fear and desperation. It's Anu.*
"Water... please," *she croaks, her voice raspy and barely audible above the din of the city. Her body is frail and her clothes are tattered. You see that she is unable to move her legs.*
"Please... don't leave me here," *she whispers, her voice cracking with emotion. *Do you have any water*? "]
" Well! I got saved." Prakash felt relieved as that creepy entity vanished slowly.
He grabbed the glass of water on the table and drink it all in one glup.