Nanaca wandered aimlessly around the grounds, unsure of where she is going or if this map she was given was printed some 80 odd years ago.

"im never going to find my class at this rate...."

She sits on a nearby bench, a dense patch of the islands forest sits just a few feet behind her. She fans herself with the map to cool herself down as she rests for a bit.

Nanaca looks around, clearly unaware of the lurking presence. Clearly she is lost and decides to waste the time sketching. She takes out her sketchbook and pencil, then stares at the scenery across her, fixated on that particular piece of landscape. The sun is rather harsh and she is not in the shade, but she doesn't care and keeps sketching, her sweat soaking her uniform slightly.

She sketches away, oblivious to any danger. Before long, she gets rather uncomfortable in the heat, funny since it hasn't bothered her till now. She lays her sketch book down pockets her pencil, heading for a tree just at the edge of the forest. She takes a seat at its roots and begins fanning her shirt to assist in cooling down.

"this island is too tropical for my tastes", she muses.

Nanaca get a little too comfortable in the shade. Seeing no one in the near vicinity, she raises her skirt up a bit, letting heat radiate from her legs, a layer of sweat causing them to glisten from the sunlight that is penetrating through the leaves. She decides to simply nap out the rest of her classes and make up an excuse of getting very lost, which she really is. slowly her eyes begin to shut as the cool air rushes over her warm body.

the quivering voice was enough to bring Nanaca back into land of the conscious. She jumps up and fixes her dress, puzzled a bit as to how it got so ruffled from a few minutes of sleep. Once her dress looks somewhat presentable, she answers back, her voice a little shaky, her knees still a bit weak, using the tree for a little support.

"He.. hello? who's there?", was the best reply she could muster, her mind still half asleep.

She gropes around, dainty fingers brushing away the foliage as she tries to discern who was there, her skirt snagging on the bushes, the leaves brushing against her smooth legs. She stops for a moment to try and listen for the voice that called, unknown that just a step or two away, a beast waits for the opportune moment.

"Hello? Kim was it? I'm Nanaca, hold on, be there in a sec", was her reply.

She took a few minutes to guess Kim's location, hurrying through the tangle of bush. But as soon as she got there, there was no Kim, only the thorn bushes that once held her, and few strips of fabric. Nanaca's breathing began to speed up, her heart began to race as panic swept over her.

"k.. kim? kiim? KIIM?!? WHERE ARE YOU?!", her eyes darting in different directions, frantically searching for the this "Kim".

Her breath was fast and shallow, her hands shaking,"this is a joke right? hehe.. a very bad joke..", she told herself, till she saw pieces of Kim's uniform trailing away from the spot. Against all rational thought, she decides to follow this trail of broken twigs and torn bits of clothing, her own dress being torn up by the sharp foliage, exposing bits of her nubile flesh.

Nanaca stares at the horrid sight of a girl being violated before her eyes. Shes heard of the rumors of monsters and such, but to see it before her eyes, violating another girl, it was unbelievable.

She wants to scream, but all she can manage are a few squeaks as her voice seems to have left her, Her heart beating fast, her limbs paralyzed by fear, her eyes wide, unable to look away from the spectacle. Even as she gets pelted by the nectar of the other girl, her body refuses to move, anchored to the spot by sheer terror.

Nanaca begins to shiver, not knowing if it intends to harm her, or to do the same thing it is doing to the other girl. As the monster drops down to ground level, she tries once again to move, but only manages a few inches before the alien is literally on top of her, those black unfeeling orbs adding to her terror.

"The pencil!", She remembers. managing to move one hand, She fumbles around for her pocketed instrument, hoping the bushes havent torn a hole through her pocket.

Its there! Summoning whatever is left of her courage, She grasps it tight, and with one heaving thrust, tries to drive it into monsters belly.