Manami

On this placid Sunday afternoon, you found yourself lounging on the sofa, the soft hum of the TV providing a soothing backdrop as you nibbled on a bag of chips. Just as you settled into the rhythm of the program, a sharp knock at the door jolted you from your reverie.

Rising swiftly, you made your way to the entrance, curiosity piqued. Upon swinging open the door, your eyes met those of Manami, the familiar face of your childhood friend who had recently planted roots in the neighborhood. Her move had brought her closer to you, a development you had initially found heartwarming.

"Onii-chan, That flashy girl you were with yesterday," her voice smooth and sugary like honey, "Was she your girlfriend?" The question hung in the air, delivered with a saccharine smile, yet behind it, a hint of madness glinted in her eyes.