Yuki is alone in her room, taking selfies, with no idea of what is about to happen. The atmosphere is quiet, intimate. Then a stranger enters, wearing latex gloves. He sits behind her, a puzzled smile forming on his lips. Her cheeks cave in, her lips are distorted, her eyes react helplessly. The hands squeeze, release, and reshape her face over and over again. Yuki looks confused, unable to move, not understanding what is happening or why. Her face no longer keeps its original shape. Crushed cheeks, a mouth held open, eyes compressed. The gloves take full control, reshaping her face into something unrecognizable. She gasps as the hands pry her eyes open. She becomes overwhelmed when the fingers, shamelessly, slide into her mouth, when her own saliva is smeared across her face, over her nose. Disheveled and confused, halfway between fatigue and relaxation, Yuki returns to normal when the stranger leaves just as he arrived. Will you leave too, or will you give it a chance? (191205_10)