As autumn approaches, the old man begins his moves again. During summer, he deliberately held back, focusing instead on building up his stock—his victims. The daily dilemma of whether to leave this crime-generating machine unchecked weighs heavily. True, summer brings more women showing skin, but that alone doesn't justify criminal acts. Yet, seeing women targeted by this old man and fucked mercilessly, one can't help but feel they brought it upon themselves. The reality is, showcasing your charm attracts not only good men but bad ones too. That's why choosing your personal style should come with full awareness. Fashion and self-expression may inherently include such risks. In that sense, there's a part of me that almost wants to support the old man. This time, the woman was spotted in Shibuya—she looks a bit feisty. She could pass as a hostess or a high-powered corporate woman. Her plump, curvy figure paired with a casual outfit of jeans and a shirt. Sometimes, ordinary clothing turns out surprisingly erotic. Even underwear—loose cotton panties feel sexier than lace lingerie. I'm drawn to that everyday, natural eroticism. Maybe that's what connects me to the old man. Once she's dragged away, it's clear she's exceptional material. In normal life, she'd be unattainable—someone you'd pour hundreds of thousands into at a hostess club and still not get an after. But the old man fucks her hard and fast like always. What is this mix of taboo thrill and exhilarating satisfaction? If I were diagnosed with a year left to live, I'd want to join the old man and do the same. Perhaps he's acting out our repressed desires, facing what we've long avoided. I want as many people as possible to see this footage, yet at the same time, I fear the consequences if it spreads too widely—so please, don't share it openly. I'm begging you. Let's keep it secret.