Prologue

"There was this one time, if my vague memory can remember, when I was truly human. I looked like them, ate like them, desired only what they did. But I only treasure that now since it's dissolving into nostalgia. I am no longer human, now, to them, I'd be a monster."

Year 2039

       The bustling city was crying below, so without doubt, it would drown out our voices. In the topmost room of the tall building, the tender night air and dancing nightlights only added to the true reason, this moment would be unforgettable.

"Y-Yorino! Yoriino!" And her screams, why weren't they scary to me? She called my name out of hatred, so why did it bring me comfort?

      There was a sound of shuffling as the soldiers had sorrounded the house and had begun the infiltration, searching for a vigilante. But even their presence made all this the more exciting.

       She was growing more excited the more she kissed her partner, the more of her she touched. She traced her bodily contours with her finger, bringing it below her back. She squeezed it, eliciting a gasp from her partner who lay there, eyes wide open, unable to fight back, unable to withstand the sinful feeling.

       She brought her fingers lower, unable to hold back. The noises of the sirens were louder now, and the soldiers closer. But still, she kept going. She brought her finger around the sticky edges of her partner, smiling at the feeling.

"D-dont you dare!" She cried, her eyes stinging with fear and anger. "Don't put your finger there. . .please."

      Without an answer, just a small smile, the woman drew her fingers closer. After all, she couldn't understand her words. She brought her fingers closer, and without another moment of unwanted thoughts of stopping, she slid her fingers into the slimy entrance her partner. She gasped, she cried, she arched her back, then stopped moving, breathing heavily.

        She had given up. This feeling was too overpowering, too strong. . .

"Yorino?"

       But her answer was just heavy breathing. There was a loud shout from beside the room and the door was kicked in. The soldiers rushed in, sorrounding the room. Upon seeing the situation, the female captain turned away blushing.

"Yorino Echo! You're under arrest! C-come with me!" Yorino stared at the woman, then back at her mate. Flashing her a quick smile, she dashed for the window and broke through, heading for the city below. The captain quickly dashed after but stopped at the shards of glass, looking down. Just as she expected, the woman was nowhere to be seen.

"YORINO!!" She turned to the rest of the team. A team consisting of only females, called the Josei Butai, made effeciently for the sole purpose of capturing the Nympho. That was their sole purpose, the reason they exist. "Get out and find her!"

       Without even a bow, the team ran out the door, crashing through the building to where they thought the woman had gone. The captain turned to the lady on the floor.

"Are you okay?" She asked. The woman looked dazed, sad even. She was gazing sideway, uncaring for her nakedness for she had lost her pride.

"You shouldn't have done that." She said without looking around.

"What? You could've been hurt!"

"I'm already hurt. My pride, my body, my womanhood. But, for some reason, I can't stop thinking about it. And I, want it again."

     The captain, Mitsumishi Tou, feared this answer, for it had been repeated to her for a long time. This woman, Yorino Echo, wandering the streets or breaking into someone's houses to bed them. She was called Nympho, for that reason, and she only had that lust towards women.

"So then!" The woman on the floor continued. She got up and walked over to the captain. "I want you to. . .Give me. . ." But before she could finish speaking, Tou turned around and injected a needle into her neck. She watched as the liquid sink down into her neck, and her lids slowly contract.

"Sleep now." She said as she watched as the body slipped to the floor, dead. After they were entranced by the Nympho, they'd become like her, so they couldn't be allowed to live. And in these times, with the rate of crime, the jail cells were packed filled with men.

      Tou looked out the window and screamed out into the night air, directing it to the one she hated, but more to herself.

"Daaaammmiit!!!"

       Below the building, wrapped in a dark concealing tailcoat, is a woman. She smiled contently at the woman's screams and walked away, searching for another unlucky victim.