Ishita sweet and innocent 19-year-old college girl, had always been the pride of her middle-class family. With her fair, glowing skin, long silky black hair that she usually tied in a neat ponytail, large doe-like eyes full of trust, and a modest, shy demeanor, she was the kind of girl who blushed at the slightest compliment. She studied diligently, helped her mother with household chores, and never stayed out late. That fateful evening, after her tuition class on a quiet suburban road, everything changed forever.

A black van silently pulled up beside her. Before Ishita could even turn her head or scream for help, a strong arm wrapped around her from behind. A chloroform-soaked cloth was pressed firmly over her mouth and nose. Her eyes widened in terror as the world spun and went black.