What makes a man a killer? What drives him to the brink of his own sanity? Yoshikage seemed like the typical kid his age. It was 1984, he was 17, she was 16...he'd developed a liking to her unlike any other. Sure this girl had helped him with a history project once before, but he hadn't thought much about her until recently. She was beautiful to him...especially her always so perfectly pink fingernails...