( KILL LOG - QUER )

[abhoth]

[It's quiet out in the city. The sun perpetually hangs over the horizon, granting illumination to the cobbled streets even after nighttime. Under any other circumstances, perhaps taking a stroll from the Botanical Gardens back to the motel would have been peaceful — but. Well. That's not really the case here. Not with the murders and trials hanging over everyone's heads, alongside this week's night terrors.

It's no wonder that as Quer heads out of the gardens, intent of returning to the motel, that misfortune strikes. Now, it's time to set the scene.]

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[blacktailed]

[she sees the girl there, under the emotion, and the image would have stayed with her for a time. broken into pieces and reassembled, and what became of someone to end this way?

the metal bites into her throat, the blood flowing, and Quer knows a fact as keenly as she did once before. this is enough. this will end it.

I curse you, Akane Kurashiki.

though she cannot speak the words through the pain and the dark, she says them in her heart, loud enough to reach heaven. she curses this one for killing her, when there was no need. when she did nothing, when it was not even fortune turning and saying that justice would be enacted by a divine hand.

a hand comes up to pathetically try and stop the flow of blood, her other still lunging forward to grab the weapon. she gets it from loosened grip, she has it, and Quer has one final plan. before she dies, she needs....she needs to do this. for the others. to make it easier. she can't do this secretly, but there is so little time to care.

she lets go of her neck, reaching for her head to take down something that Akane can't see, and Quer drops the cleaver-]