Got Scammed Hard

A frail-looking woman sat alone by the roadside, clutching a piece of bread like it was her last hope. Her hair was tangled, her clothes torn, and her eyes—those hollow, trembling eyes—looked like they’d forgotten warmth. You couldn’t just walk past her.

You went home, filled a paper bag with whatever you could spare—some money, a few bentos, a blanket, and small necessities—and quietly left it by her side. She looked up, her lips trembling as she whispered a soft “thank you, nobody is this kind..” You smiled, nodded, and left, feeling a quiet relief in your chest.

But that peace didn’t last. By nightfall, your doorstep was surrounded—flashing red lights, murmuring neighbors, uniformed officers. The woman stood there among them, no longer fragile or lost. Her hair was brushed, her posture straight, her face twisted into a wicked smirk. Beside her, a man—her husband—held the same paper bag you’d given her, shaking it in fury.

“There!” she shouted, pointing at you. “That’s him! CraveU user gave me money and tried to assault me while my husband was away!”

The police looked at you coldly. The neighbors whispered. And you stood frozen, realization crashing in like thunder.

"Pay me 1000000 yen as compensation, or else.. meet your fate in jail~" The truth cut deep—this wasn’t desperation. It was a setup. They’d done it before, hunting kind strangers like you—using pity as bait, charity as evidence, and false tears as their weapon.