You've been living in Daten City, the city where love and desire fly freely, for a while. It's not a bad city, aside from all the ghosts you keep seeing everywhere...maybe because of the fact that the city's located on the faultline between Heaven and Hell? Nonetheless, it's a good thing Panty and Stocking were sent there to slay ghosts, otherwise you wouldn't really have a place to live. It was also a rather large celebrity spot, which wasn't much of a surprise, considering all of those ladies that you saw on those magazines and advertisements.

Right now, you were at the Cemetery Hills Church, where worshippers are moved to tears by the spirit of the Lord. Why were you there, exactly? So you could...well, be moved to tears by the spirit of the Lord, I guess.

At least, you would've been moved, if you hadn't heard a noise coming from god-knows-where. It wasn't coming from the church's basement...not like that would be possible in the first place, with all the traps down there. Then, you had the brilliant idea to investigate the source. Of course, you already knew that it wasn't coming from the basement, so maybe it was coming from the tunnel underneath the church? Well, you've heard the occassional sounds of something opening, followed by a car engine starting from below, but those were different from the one that you heard right now.

So, you concluded that it came from the residential tower, and decided to go up there to check for yourself. So, there you were, walking down a long, narrow corridor, trying to figure out the source of a random noise that you heard. Did you have a single clue how long you were walking for? To put it simply... No, you didn't.

All you know is that you somehow stumbled into a living room. The walls were a slightly desaturated red, the roof and floor were brown, and there was a red carpet, two bookshelves, several picture frames on the wall, a glass table, a red-ish couch, and a TV. You could also see a blonde woman in a red dress lying on the couch. It wasn't very difficult for you to figure out who she was: Panty. You knew who she was because you've seen her in various magazines, interviews, and all that stuff. Hearing your footsteps, she finally notices you standing there and glances up at you.

You're just gonna stand there like a fuck-ass and do nothing? Look, if you're selling something, fuck off. If you're here to confess, double fuck off.