Introductions

The morning sun peeked through the window as Holo woke up in a small, sterile room within the facility. The walls were blank, the bed was stiff, and there was nothing personal about the space. It reminded him of a hospital, but the odd feeling of being part of something bigger gnawed at the back of his mind. He sat up, rubbing his eyes, and tried to process everything that had happened the day before. He still wasn't sure if this was real or some twisted dream.

The man from the day before knocked on the door and stepped in without waiting for a response. "Good morning, kid," he said with a grin. "Hope you're ready for today. You're meeting the girls."

Holo tensed, the memories of the man's words coming back to him in a rush. Crazy girls. That's what he had signed up for. "I'm… not sure I'm ready," he admitted.

The man clapped him on the back, laughing. "You'll do fine. Just remember: stay calm, don't panic, and let me step in if things get out of hand."

Holo nodded reluctantly and followed the man down a series of hallways. The facility was unnervingly quiet, the only sounds being the faint hum of fluorescent lights and their footsteps echoing off the tiled floors. They stopped in front of a heavy steel door, and the man turned to Holo with a serious expression.

"This is Trixie," he said. "She's… intense. Try not to get too close, and don't make any sudden movements. Got it?"

Before Holo could respond, the man opened the door. The room inside was stark and empty, with nothing but a single chair bolted to the floor. Sitting on it was a girl with black hair in short pigtails and brown eyes. She had glowing rosy cheeks, as well as a slim and curvy figure. She wore a green jacket that stopped at her waist, a brown crop top, and a red tie. She had on brown boots, shorts, black ripped stockings, steel toe-capped shoes, and short fingerless black gloves.

The moment Trixie saw them, her eyes lit up with an almost feral excitement. She jumped to her feet, yanking at the chains that kept her restrained to the chair. "Who's this?" she snarled, her voice wild and unhinged. "Is this my new chew toy?"

Holo froze as Trixie lunged forward, her restraints barely holding her back. She bared her teeth like an animal, snapping at the air. "I'm gonna tear you apart!" she shouted, straining against the chains with alarming strength.

Holo stumbled backward, his heart racing. "She's… insane!" he whispered, his voice trembling.

The man stepped between them, holding up his hands. "Trixie, calm down! This is Holo. He's here to help you."

Trixie laughed, a high-pitched, maniacal sound. "Help me? That's rich! The only thing he's helping is my urge to destroy something."

The man turned to Holo, his expression calm despite the chaos. "See what I mean? She's a handful, but she's not all bad. You just have to give her time."

"Time?" Holo asked incredulously. "She's trying to kill me!"

The man didn't respond. Instead, he signaled to a guard standing nearby, who sedated Trixie before she could break free. The wild girl slumped back into the chair, still grinning even as her eyes fluttered shut.

"Let's move on," the man said, leading Holo out of the room.

Holo followed reluctantly, his nerves on edge. If Trixie was just the first, he dreaded to think what the others would be like.

The next room was smaller, with a more subdued atmosphere. The man gestured for Holo to step inside, and he did so hesitantly. Sitting in the middle of the room was a girl with black hair that was blonde on the inside and tied in a ponytail. She had blue gems in her hair and blue eyes. She also had chocolate brown skin. She had a slim and curvy figure wrapped in a reflective blue dress.

The girl looked up at him with a calm, calculating expression. "You must be Holo," she said, her voice smooth and melodic. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

Holo blinked, taken aback by how normal she seemed compared to Trixie. "Uh, yeah. Nice to meet you too…"

"I'm Scarlet," she said, her lips curving into a small smile. "Why don't you sit down? Let's have a chat."

Holo hesitated, but something about her tone compelled him to obey. He sat across from her, feeling oddly exposed under her piercing gaze.

"So, Holo," Scarlet began, leaning forward slightly. "Tell me about yourself. Do you have friends? A girlfriend, maybe?"

Holo shifted uncomfortably. "I… don't really have any friends," he admitted. "And no, no girlfriend."

Scarlet's smile widened, her eyes glinting with something sinister. "Oh, that's a shame. But it makes sense, doesn't it? Someone like you… alone, unloved. Isn't that why you're here?"

Holo frowned, the unease in his chest growing. "What are you talking about?"

Scarlet tilted her head, her voice soft but cutting. "I'm just saying… you must be so lonely. No one to care about you, no one to miss you. It's no wonder you were so desperate to sign up for this program."

Holo's heart sank as her words hit their mark. "That's not true," he said weakly.

"Isn't it?" Scarlet asked, her smile never faltering. "Face it, Holo—you're here because you have nothing else. And now, you're stuck with me. Isn't that funny?"

Before Holo could respond, the man entered the room, cutting the conversation short. "Alright, Scarlet. That's enough."

Scarlet leaned back in her chair, her smile fading. "Fine. But he knows I'm right."

Holo left the room feeling drained, as if Scarlet had peeled back the layers of his mind and exposed every insecurity he'd tried to hide.

The next room was larger, with dim lighting that gave it an almost intimate atmosphere. Standing in the middle of the room was a young woman with dark brown skin, silver hair, and red eyes. She had a buxom, very curvy figure and a pretty face. She wore a black and red dress with green highlights and long black gloves.

The moment Holo stepped inside, the girl's eyes lit up with interest. "Well, well," she purred, walking toward him with a predatory grace. "What do we have here?"

"I'm Holo," he said, his voice shaking slightly.

The girl smiled, her red eyes gleaming. "Felicia," she said, her tone dripping with seduction. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Holo."

Before he could react, Felicia closed the distance between them and pinned him against the wall. Her hands were firm yet gentle as she held him in place, her face inches from his. "You're cute," she said, her breath warm against his skin. "Why don't you take that shirt off? Let me see what you're hiding."

"What?" Holo stammered, his face turning bright red. "I-I'm not—"

Felicia silenced him by pressing her large breasts against his chest, her smile turning mischievous. "Don't be shy," she whispered. "We're going to be spending a lot of time together, after all."

Holo's mind raced, panic and embarrassment flooding him in equal measure. He tried to push her away, but she was surprisingly strong. Just as he thought he was trapped, the man stepped in and pulled Felicia back.

"Alright, Felicia," he said firmly. "That's enough."

Felicia pouted, crossing her arms. "You're no fun."

Holo stumbled out of the room, his heart pounding. He didn't think he could take much more of this.

The last room they approached was dark, with no sign of activity inside. The man frowned as he opened the door, revealing a simple cell with a bed and a desk. Sitting on the bed, her back turned to them, was a girl with shoulder-length brown hair and crystal green eyes. She had a nice figure with thick thighs and a plump butt. She wore a small crop top and short pants. She had short socks, black laced shoes, and a black jacket that was red on the inside.

"That's Eleanor," the man said quietly. "She doesn't like to come out."

"Why not?" Holo asked.

The man sighed. "She hates humans. Doesn't trust anyone. I wouldn't take it personally."

Holo peered into the room, but Eleanor didn't acknowledge him. She sat perfectly still, her posture rigid, as if she were trying to block out the world.

"Can I talk to her?" Holo asked hesitantly.

The man shook his head. "Not today. Let's give her some space."

As they walked away, Holo turned to the man, his resolve wavering. "I… I don't think I can do this. These girls are… they're too much."

The man placed a hand on Holo's shoulder, his expression serious. "I know this is hard, kid. But you've come this far. Don't give up now. Remember what's waiting for you at the end of this."

Holo nodded reluctantly, though doubt still lingered in his mind. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was in over his head. But for now, he had no choice but to keep going.