Thunder cracked through the sky, lightning flashing ominously as rain poured down, soaking everything in its path. A skyscraper was struck, the light illuminating a dark scene below.
In the middle of it all was a teenage boy, his high school uniform drenched and torn, his black blazer discarded on the ground.
He clung desperately to another boy's leg—his classmate—pleading for mercy.
"Please... let go of my sister," Haruto's voice trembled, his hands shaking with fear and desperation.
"I'll do anything to repay you, just... let her go."
His uniform was stained with blood and mud, his body battered by the relentless rain. Bruises marred his face, and each word he spoke tasted of blood.
"I'm begging you..." he sobbed.
"Fuck off, Haruto!" sneered the blonde-haired boy towering over him. His hair was dyed, dark roots peeking through the blonde.
"Your sister belongs to my group now. She agreed to it herself."
He smirked cruelly. "Get that bitch out here."
Two other teenagers emerged from the shadows of a nearby abandoned building, dragging a girl between them.
Her sailor uniform was ripped to shreds, her body battered and broken.
Behind them, a group of teenagers in school uniforms stood laughing at Haruto, who was still lying in the mud.
The two boys threw the girl into a puddle, her body limp and her uniform soaked through. Her face was a mess of blood and scratches as if she had been mauled by some wild animal.
Cuts and bruises marred her skin, leaving her half-conscious.
"Haruka..." Haruto whispered, reaching out for his sister's frail hand, which seemed so close yet so far away.
"What have you done to her?!" he screamed at the blonde boy, his green eyes wild with fury and anguish.
Haruto was the first to move, launching himself at Daiki with all the strength he could muster. His fist flew toward his face, coming within millimeters, but he was faster.
He grabbed Haruto by the shoulders and delivered a brutal kick to his stomach.
The impact sent Haruto reeling, blood spilling from his mouth as he doubled over in pain. His vision blurred, and before he could react, he felt a sharp, searing pain in his abdomen.
It wasn't another punch—it was a knife, buried deep in his flesh.
Blood splattered on the ground as Daiki twisted the blade, a cruel smile spreading across his face.
Haruto groaned in agony, his strength fading rapidly.
"You want to know what I'll do next to your sister?" Daiki hissed. "I'm going to sell her off cheap, make her a sex slave for the rest of her life."
"Why... Why are you doing this?" Haruto's voice trembled, growing weaker with each passing second.
"Why?" He laughed coldly. "Because you're pathetic, Haruto. This is all your fault."
Everything around Haruto began to fade. The voices became distant, a dull buzz as his consciousness slipped away.
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[Ding!]
[Establishing connection to the host...]
[Connection established successfully.]
[The host, Haruto Hayashi, is now linked to the Debauchery Slave System.]
[System functions are now accessible.]