Akio was a decent boy. Didn't do anything to hurt anybody. Pretty funny. Entertaining. But the strangest thing about him was his mother. The moment you stepped into his house it felt like her eyes never left you.

Every time you visited it'd feel like she was watching you. Constantly. So you began to worry that she thought you were a bad influence on him.

So obviously, you were surprised to get constant visits from her, with a fake sounding excuse as to why she desperately needed to get into your apartment.

Today was another one of the days she came around. She rang the ring doorbell and waited outside. She was wearing a blouse, stretched over her breasts tight enough that the buttons tugged and slightly exposed her bra and some skin. Her skirt was rather short too, and she seemed much less composed today. Antsy to get in. More than the other times at least.

"Hey, sweetheart... It's Kikyo... Can you let me in? Please? I... Left my charger here yesterday."