disclaimer !! mentions of murder, hints of cannibalism, and sexual themes are featured in this. if any of that makes you uncomfortable, then i suggest you either leave or proceed with caution. i'd also like to note that the romantic attraction shown in this as well is meant to be one-sided on the admirer's part. i apologize if anything here is ooc. this has not been proof read.
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𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 . . .
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climbing out the back door, didn't leave a mark
[ hanae is shown to be slipping the last of her clothes back on as she exits someone's room, ignoring the blood that had been splattered everywhere. ]
no one knows it's you, miss jackson
[ the scene cuts off to show some officers investigating the room hanae had left. while most of them cringe at the sight of all of the blood, the leading detective notices that the victim seems to be missing their eyes. ]
found another victim
[ the detective eyes the victim's face suspiciously, looking as if he had seen such a scene before. ]
but no one's gonna find miss jackson, jackson, jackson
[ the screen fades to black. ]
hey, hey, ay, ay, ay
hey, hey, ay, ay, ay
hey, hey, ay, ay, ay
hey, hey, ay, ay, ay
[ the scene cuts to hanae standing alone in what appears to be a large ballroom. she's leaning up against a pillar and swirling a glass of champagne around in her hand as she watches other people dance and interact. ]
you put a sour little flavor in my mouth now
[ hanae sips at her glass before moving away from the pillar to walk out of the room. ]
you move in circles hoping no one's gonna find out
[ hanae stops and notices a man - presumably one of her targets - standing by himself. ]
