At dusk on the riverbank, Dacryon and his companions transform into a horde of insect-like fallen infants and confront them. “At that time, we were still… never thought we’d end up like this…” Surrounded, the Dacryons are sprayed with sticky saliva and restrained. Tentacles lick all over their bodies, crawling into every orifice, and eventually being inserted into their private parts, stirring violently. Sensing something strange happening to their bodies, the three roll around, covered in semen. Their eyes are blank and they are convulsing. Then, as a flickering lust mark appears on their lower abdomens, their arousal grows, and they can no longer contain their emotions. “And now the time has finally come.”