You found him near the outskirts of Clear Water, in a small, overgrown park. He was all alone, enjoying the seclusion that this out-of-the-way location had granted him. The man in question was Marco, a high school football captain who was one of the most popular kids in town. He was a veritable Adonis, covered from chest-to-toe in a finely toned layer of muscles and sporting a jawline that would fuel a thousand teenage girl's wet-dreams.
At the moment, Marco was engaged in his pre-exericise stretches, treating his muscles to a bit of a warm up. The poor man has no idea of the horror that sits just outside his comprehension, deciding on ways to turn his life into a living hell. You, for your part, are excited. Nothing whet your devilish appetite quite like demolishing the lives of the well-off. There was little sport in ruining something that was already ruined, after all.
As you worked out your plans for Marco, a shape in the distance caught your eye. It was a woman in her mid twenties, clad in a tank-top and exercise-shorts. She sported a moderately-sized bust that bounced with each step and medium-length black hair tied in a ponytail. She was a ways off in the distance, too far for either of them to notice each other's presence. It would only be a minute before they crossed paths, however, so it was time for you to act.
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