Trap

Kenta's Apartment, Ginza District, Tokyo - Morning

Kenta tossed his phone onto the bed and let out a sharp laugh. Easy. Too easy.
An idol. Chisa. Tonight, she’d sleep with him.

The grin spreading across his face was wolfish.

He grabbed the phone again and fired a message into Miku’s group chat.

Kenny (09:20 AM)

"Girls… mission accomplished. 😏"

👑Queen Miku 👑(09:20 AM)

"No way. Already?! 😹😹"

Kenny (09:21 AM)

"Yeah. Didn’t even need to push that hard. Guess idols aren’t as pure as they act, huh? 😏"

Yume-ko 💮  (09:21 AM)

"You’re kidding me. She actually agreed? LMAOOOO 🤣🤣"

Kenny  (09:21 AM)

(Attached the latest screenshot from Chisa)

"See for yourself. Look at this.  😏"

👑Queen Miku 👑(09:22 AM)

"HAHA! Jackpot. We’ve got her. She's SOOOO FUCKING DEAD, GIRLS 😈😈😈"

Gya⚜️Reine  (09:22 AM)

"Unbelievable… an idol, of all people. That’s front-page shit, bro 🔥🔥"

Kenta leaned back, cigarette flaring. Pride swelled in his chest.

Kenny (09:23 AM)

"Tonight. Her apartment, 9 PM. I’ll make sure we get every second on video. 😈🔥🔥"

He exhaled smoke slowly, savoring it. For Kenta, this wasn’t just a win.
It was legendary.

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Apartment in Setagaya District, Tokyo

A four-story apartment stood quiet against the drizzle.

Kenta flicked ash onto the pavement, pulse steady with triumph. His phone buzzed again.

Koneko-chan♡ (Chisa) (09:15 PM)

(Attached image of a black lace bra on top of a silky bed)

"I’m already in the room. Waiting for you. ♥ xoxo"

His smirk widened. Perfect.

Reine arrived moments later, slipping him a tiny camera disguised as a brooch.
“Go fucking kill her, Kenny boy.”

She clipped it onto his suit pocket.
“Thanks.”

The lobby smelled faintly of perfume and bleach. A soft chime played overhead as he approached the counter.

The receptionist, a tired-looking man in his thirties, peered at him from behind the desk.

“Welcome. How can I help you, sir?”

Kenta leaned casually on the counter.
“My girl’s already here. Chisa. Said she’s waiting upstairs.”

The man hesitated, eyes flicking to the security monitors. Static hummed in the silence.
Finally, he frowned. “I don’t understa—”

Kenta’s phone buzzed.

Koneko-chan♡ (Chisa) (09:18 PM)

“…Room 404. ♥”

“Never mind, it's 404,” Kenta cut in, already walking toward the elevator. 

The elevator groaned, fluorescent light flickering overhead.
“Top floor, huh?” Kenta muttered, grinning. “She really went all out.”

Ding.

The hallway stretched on, wallpaper peeling, carpet sour with mildew. Room 404 waited at the far end.

Kenny (09:25 PM)
"I’m outside the door."

Koneko-chan♡ (09:25 PM)
"Come in. Don’t knock. ♥"

His grin sharpened. He pushed the door open.

The room was dim, curtains drawn, only the hum of the air conditioner filling the silence. The bed was neatly made. From the bathroom came the hiss of running water.

Kenta sat, pulse quickening.
“Chisa-chan,” he called playfully, “don’t keep me waiting. Tonight’s gonna be a long fucking night, babe—but I promise I’ll be gentle.”

The bathroom door creaked.

A hand emerged—wrinkled, papery, mottled with age.

Kenta froze.

The figure stepped out. Sagging skin. Hollow cheeks. Cracked lips. A bathrobe hanging loose over a body decades too old.

An old woman.

The air turned cold.

“WHAT THE FUCK…”

Her mouth stretched wide, impossibly so.
“You finally came back… my husband....MY HUSBAND!”

She lunged, frail arms surprisingly strong. Kenta toppled to the floor. He tried to wrestle the old woman out, but it was too late; she got the gravity on her side. The old woman kissed Kenta on the lips.

"NOO NOOOOOOO! GET AWAY FROM ME!"
"MY HUSBAND, YOU'RE FINALLY HERE"

He shoved her with all his leg strength, scrambling to his feet. His phone buzzed.

Koneko-chan♡ (Chisa) (09:45 PM)
Do you like her? She’s been waiting all night.

Another buzz.

Koneko-chan♡ (Chisa) (09:45 PM)

"You think I don’t know you’ve been stalking me before we met?"

Koneko-chan♡ (Chisa) (09:45 PM)

"WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW"

The laughter filled the screen, endless, until it bled into static.

Kenta’s breath caught. Chisa’s number vanished. Profile picture—gone. The call button rang into nothing.

The old woman stirred, gray hair hanging loose. Her clouded eyes turned toward him.
“…Who… are you? Are you... My husband?” she croaked.

Kenta’s chest heaved.
"I AM NOT YOUR DAMN HUSBAND. STAY AWAY FROM ME."

Her lips quivered into a smile.
“Don’t leave me again…”

This wasn’t Chisa. 

This wasn’t the trap he thought he’d laid. 

He was supposed to be the predator.

But he's the one who got trapped now.

Her lips quivered into a smile.
“Don’t leave me again…”

Then came the old woman's laughter—broken, floor-shaking. Kenta bolted, slamming through the door into the hallway. The laughter was silent now, yet he swore it was alive, breathing through the walls. 

He burst into the lobby, slamming his palms on the counter.
“There’s a mistake! Room 404—Chisa—where the hell is she?”

The receptionist blinked.
“Room 404? That’s Obaa-san’s room.”

“Obaa…san?”

“The owner’s grandmother. Dementia. She thinks her husband’s still alive. Been like that for years."

Kenta’s stomach dropped.

The man lowered his voice.
“Maybe you misheard, sir. Are you sure… you’re not mistaken?”

Kenta stared at his phone. Call failed. Number disconnected.

His reflection stared back at him—red-eyed, wild. Humiliated.

“…That FUCKING WHORE!”

He kicked the desk and stormed into the rain.

Reine was waiting outside, eyes narrowing at his expression.
“Kenny? What the hell happened?”

He didn’t answer. Just laughed—broken, manic.

"Answer me, KENNY!"

Reine cursed and texted Miku. Seconds later, Kenta’s phone buzzed. He answered, scowl twisting his face.

Miku’s voice cut sharply through the downpour.
“What the fuck are you doing? Reine said you bailed after half an hour! Where’s the video?”

Silence. Only rain.

“Kenny?! Don’t tell me you chickened out. Where’s my fucking proof?”

Kenta’s grip tightened on the phone. The memory of that room—404, the old woman’s kiss, the endless laughter—burned behind his eyes.

Then he laughed again.

“Ha… ha… HAHAHAHA! She played me, Queen.”

Static bled into the line.

“…What? Y-you’re joking, right?”

“She knew. From the start. She knew everything.”

Miku’s curses erupted, objects clattering on her end of the call. But Kenta barely heard her.

Only the rain.
And Chisa’s laughter, echoing in his skull. 

Chisa's trap was far larger than either of them could see.

This is a perfect bait.

And he's the dumbest fish ever to bite it.