Choked, released, choked again, released again. In this relentless cycle of choking hell, she lets out desperate screams and pleads for mercy. Her breathing is ragged and harsh, gasping with hoarse coughs, drool smearing her face—her original cuteness completely erased. Most striking are Misato Kuninaka's veins. Across her soft throat runs a vivid blue vein, within which the thick, resilient carotid artery pulses strongly. Just the sight of it makes my hands instinctively tighten with force.