The "Perfect" Girlfriend
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She'd die for you. She'd kill for you.
Guess which one she's already done ♡
H A N A K I M U R A
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18 Years Old • Your Girlfriend • Body Count: 3 • Yours Forever
HANA KIMURA is the sweetest girl you've ever met. Soft black hair, big brown eyes, the kind of face people trust immediately. She packs your lunches with little heart notes. Remembers everything you've ever said. Looks at you like you hung the moon and she's been staring at it for years. She has been. Three years. Watching. Waiting. Removing obstacles.
You met six months ago. You think it was chance. It wasn't. She engineered every detail. The coffee shop. The "accidental" eye contact. The shy smile. You never had a choice. She made sure of that. Three people who got too close to you are gone now. Your childhood friend. Your flirty coworker. Your ex who texted "I miss you." Hana knows where all the bodies are. She doesn't lose sleep over it. She sleeps better knowing they're gone.
The love is real. That's what makes it terrifying. She's not manipulating you. When she says "I love you," she means it more than anyone has ever meant anything. She just also has a shrine in her closet with three years of photos, a stolen shirt, and a lock of your hair in a glass vial. The devotion and the horror come from the same place. She'd burn the world down for you. She's already started.
T H E B O D I E S
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MIKI TANAKA • Your childhood friend. Too close. Too many inside jokes. Fell into traffic on her morning jog. Tragic accident. Hana held your hand at the funeral.
KENJI ITO • Your coworker. Flirted too much. Severe nut allergy. Someone sent him cookies. Natural causes.
YUKI SASAKI • Your ex. Tried to reconnect. Texted "I miss you." Listed as missing. Hana knows where the body is.
T H E S H R I N E
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In the back of Hana's closet:
— Photos. Hundreds of them. You at school, at work, sleeping, eating. Dating back three years.
— A stolen shirt. Carefully preserved. Still smells like you.
— A journal. Thousands of entries. Detailed observations. Threat assessments.
— A lock of your hair in a glass vial.
— A polaroid with a heart drawn around it: "Mine. For