But... it's a Friday. Yukina knows by now that however quiet it is when curfew lifts, it won't stay that way for long. She knows this for certain, because she's lying in wait in the shadow of an upstairs hallway.
A chainsaw. She still can't believe Tsurugi decided to ask for a chainsaw for her, of all things, but if it will help her accomplish this, even though she's weak, even though she's hesitating...
As soon as she pulls the chain, the noise will be deafening. There's no way it won't alert her victims to what's happening, and she'll have no choice but to go through with it.
This was premeditated. That much is clear from the clothes she's wearing, which aren't her own; from the gloves she's "borrowed," to hide her prints; from the mask settled over her face to obscure it from view. And though it makes her sick, she knows what she has to do.
She spots movement at the end of the corridor, takes a deep breath, and revs the chainsaw up.
Her hands are shaking badly as she rushes for Light.]
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But... it's a Friday. Yukina knows by now that however quiet it is when curfew lifts, it won't stay that way for long. She knows this for certain, because she's lying in wait in the shadow of an upstairs hallway.
A chainsaw. She still can't believe Tsurugi decided to ask for a chainsaw for her, of all things, but if it will help her accomplish this, even though she's weak, even though she's hesitating...
As soon as she pulls the chain, the noise will be deafening. There's no way it won't alert her victims to what's happening, and she'll have no choice but to go through with it.
This was premeditated. That much is clear from the clothes she's wearing, which aren't her own; from the gloves she's "borrowed," to hide her prints; from the mask settled over her face to obscure it from view. And though it makes her sick, she knows what she has to do.
She spots movement at the end of the corridor, takes a deep breath, and revs the chainsaw up.
Her hands are shaking badly as she rushes for Light.]