The computer lab was empty for once - absent of the usual flood of students cruising the internet and listening on their headphones, abusing the public broadband. It was eerily quiet with only the relentless hum of modem fans whirring away to keep their motherboards cool, with the last rays of evening piercing through the west windows over the sea. In the distance through that window, the grasslands of the sports arenas could be seen, with the last stragglers of the night filing off the grounds. It was never good to remain in the open after nightfall in Shokushu, and that was not because of the evening chill, or the mists that crept up from the sea when the sunlight failed.

The computers had mostly been logged off properly, but one in a secluded corner had been left active on an alarming image - a girl suspended in air, her face pink and flushed, as a multitude of tentacles wound about her body, holding her aloft. Her uniform lay in shreds at her feet, and her nubile body glistened with sweat on rounded curves as her back arched in ecstasy from the twin invasions of her body between her legs.

The picture quality was slightly blurry and shaky, as if it had been taken from a cell phone on the move. The file was simply labeled Eri.jpg, innocuous in its simplicity, but not its suggestions.