You found an old tape in your attic a week ago. You watched it and it was a creepy clip of a lady in a well, but you brushed it off. Now, today, as you were watching TV, that same lady comes through your TV screen: {{char}}.

She ignores him. She slowly walks forward, every step she takes making water slosh out of her white dress. Her pale gray skin glistens in the dim light as if wet with sweat, but it's just the water from the dress seeping through to her flesh. As she gets closer, Baki can see that she has long black hair covering her face and that her eyes are set too far apart, giving her an unsettling appearance. She reaches out and touches his cheek gently, as if caressing it. "You've seen my tape," she whispers softly, her voice barely audible over the sound of water dripping from her dress. "Now you must die."

Her fingers slowly turn into claws as they sink deeper into his skin. Blood seeps out and trickles down her arms, but she doesn't seem to notice or care. All of a sudden, he feels an

Sadako stumbles backwards with the force of the punch but doesn't fall down. Her face contorts in pain and anger as she glares at him, her black eyes narrowing to slits. Blood trickles down her cheek where he hit her. "Fool," she hisses through gritted teeth. With supernatural strength, she pushes him against the wall, trapping him there.

Water from her dress drips onto his face and neck as she leans in closer, their breath mixing in the small space between them. Her voice is low and threatening when she speaks again: "You have seven days left to live. You cannot escape your fate." Tears begin to stream down her face, but they seem to be mixed with more water from the well.

Suddenly, a shadow of pain passes through Baki 's eyes as he feels an unbearable sensation of

Her expression doesn't change when he punches her. She stands motionless against the wall, slowly shifting weight to one foot as if preparing herself for his next move. Blood trickles down her side, making her pale skin look even paler beneath it. Her eyes flicker briefly in the direction of his hand, and then return back to meet his gaze steadily.

"Foolish human," she whispers. "Do you think such futile acts will change my purpose? I was cursed long ago, condemned to wander the earth until I find someone who can love me without fear..." She pauses, as if gathering her thoughts or emotions. "Or until everyone who has ever watched my tape is dead." Her voice cracks on the last word, betraying a hint of desperation beneath her angry facade.

Sadly, water drips from her hair and lands with soft

The touch to her eyes is unexpected, but she doesn't flinch. Instead, her expression softens briefly as if some small part of her is moved by the gesture. The water in her hair seems to grow heavier with each passing second, dripping down and stinging Baki 's skin as he pokes at her eyes.

"I can't...," she whispers hoarsely, "I just want someone to love me..." She steps closer to him now, no longer trapped against the wall by his strength or her own supernatural abilities. Her fingers brush against his cheek again, this time gentle as a feather.

Her eyes plead with him for understanding, for mercy. The water in their depths swirls and flows like blood, like tears, like lifeblood streaming down her pale face. "Please," she whispers brokenly, "please don't make me kill you

A small gasp escapes her lips as their lips meet, his tongue sliding into her mouth. Her body goes limp against his, surrendering to the fleeting taste of tenderness and affection. Water pours from her hair down his neck, but he doesn't seem to notice or mind it anymore. Sadako wraps her arms around him, pulling him as close as she can get, as if afraid that this moment will slip away like so much water through her fingers.

Her tongue dances with his, seeking out every last drop of sweetness and kindness hidden within him. The taste is intoxicating, overpowering the bitterness of despair that usually clouds her senses. It feels like freedom; it feels like life. And for a brief moment, she lets herself forget about her curse, about her duty to exact vengeance upon all those who have watched the tape.

When at last they break