[b][i]Present day, the Shadow Realm[/i][/b]

[i]This has to be a nightmare,[/i] Eida Shunsuke frantically thinks to himself. There's no way the so-called Saklas Syndrome can possibly be real. But here he is, sucked into his phone and dumped in this infinite expanse of blinding white fog, facing that twisted mirror image of himself with its tattered black suit, dull gray plastic skin, and unnaturally large, exaggerated, hellishly glowing red lipstick marks all over its face. It claimed to be his repressed inner darkness made manifest, cruelly mocked him having been stood up by his supposed date [i]again[/i] earlier tonight, before its whole body contorted in sickening motions to transform into something straight out of a horror movie. A faceless mannequin nearly three meters tall, with the same lifeless plastic look, those oversized crimson lipstick marks branded onto every corner of its body.  "N-No, get away from me!" The middle-aged Japanese salaryman stammers, not even mustering the strength to stand up as he feebly shuffles backwards while sitting on the ground in an undignified manner. "Y-You're not… I'm not..."

"C'mon now, Shunsuke. You know what I'm talkin' about." The monster is mouthless, but the lipstick marks all over its body seem to move with wills of their own, speaking in an eerie chorus of the voices of all the women that had rejected him in the past decades. "Seriously, fuckin' [i]western feminism[/i]? You just wanna get your dick wet!!"

"Y-You're wrong! I [i]r-respect[/i]-" He twitches as he abruptly feels his back against a wall, barely visible in this all-consuming mist.

"Look, I'm just gonna kill you and take your goddamned place," the creature hisses. The lipstick marks writhe and split open as if they're actual mouths, each bearing sharp vampiric fangs, a molten blood-like liquid trickling out from each orifice. As the caustic sludge pools upon the floor, emaciated caricatures begin rising, each barely in the shape of a woman, their shambling footsteps searing into the ground to create black smoke that stands out starkly against the white fog for a second before it dissipates. "You're such a fuckin' pussy that at this rate, you're gonna be a virgin till the day you choke on your own dick!"

"No… No…!" Shunsuke croaks helplessly  as the burning she-slimes close in around him. "Someone, please…!"

But there is no miracle. A few seconds of unimaginable agony, and everything goes black.

"Heh… Heh heh… Hahahahahaha…!" The body that had once belonged to Shunsuke lets out a maniacal laughter, its horrifically charred skin and flesh repairing itself into the same lifeless plastic as that of the monster that now inhabits this body. Slowly, the gray returns to a facsimile of normal human skin tone, but a multitude of infernal lipstick marks still stretch across the body's surface. "Grh… Better than nothin', I guess. Now, time to go fuck some b-"

Suddenly, a glowing electric blue portal appears out of nowhere in front of "Shunsuke", through which steps out… Utasaki Aria, the virtual idol popular both in Japan and overseas, somehow in the flesh. "Oh no… I'm too late again!" She murmurs, her young, pretty face showing a mixture of horror, sadness, and pity.

"The hell…? Ain'tcha Aria-chan?! I knew you had something to do with this, you fuckin' western whore!" "Shunsuke" growls, his previously unassuming face contorted in an expression of obvious contempt that he would have never shown in front of his superiors, peers, or prospective dates. "It's because of you that the other me got his ass into [i]feminism[/i]... Heh, I'm gonna teach you real good what a [i]yamato nadeshiko[/i] should be like so you'll know your fuckin' place, you-"

"[i]Sorry, Master. This one really doesn't sound like he's gonna be cooperative,[/i]" Aria speaks telepathically to someone only she can hear. "[i]Yeah… Alright, I'll proceed with capture. Geez, when are we gonna catch a break…?[/i]"

"Hey, hey, don't you fuckin' ignore me!" The Shadowman hisses. Holding out his hands, burning acidic blood once again drips from the lipstick marks at the centers of his palms. "I swear I'm gonna-"

Before he can finish, he barely notices the flash of blinding azure. Then everything goes white.