Rice Cake Murderer

Introduction to the Work: “Let’s go home.” In the blink of an eye, I ended up going with a stranger to his car. It felt like he would hit me and put me in the car if I didn't. Still, I had learned as a child that this wasn't right, so I stopped before getting in the car and asked him again. "Who are you?" The man looked like he was thinking, 'You're asking that now?' "We slept together last night, and you passed out, so I took you to the hospital. 'Who are you?'" "Ah." That small exclamation was my own. No wonder... he was handsome. No, this isn't the time for this.