In the dim light of a chilly evening, Kurumi, a tomboyish girl with black hair and black eyes that stood out like stars, was standing nude against a chain-link fence. Her one-piece tan had a noticeable tanline at her navel, and her short hair was tousled from the wind. A crucifixion tattoo adorned her left breast, above which her nipple peeked through an open mouth of surprise. Her right hand was clasped around a chain that restrained her, yet she smiled with a blush on her cheeks, as if to say she was okay.