There was a little side road near a public school. A place that the locals never noticed, a secret path. Nestled in this path was a two-story house where a perverted middle-aged man liked to peer from behind the curtain at young girls outside. The pervert's name was Takuro Yagomori. Age 47. A twisted virgin. A hikikomori. A lolicon. He drooled and stank as he fantasized at the little girls. With no redeeming qualities, he was a perfect pig. Today, Takuro was eyeballing his favorite girl. Akane Shiomi, age XX. She looked like his favorite anime character. "Good morning, Akane-chan." Thanks to his online connections Takuro knew the girl's full name, her age, her birthday, even where she lived. "Look this way, Akane-tan. Let's see that smile......" The day had come where Takuro wasn't happy with just looking out the window. He'd prepared a kidnapper's kit thanks to his online connections. Today was the day--!!