- weren't ripped off from earlier. Donning her jacket once more, she pulled out a pack of cigarettes from the pocket, lighting one for the walk she would take to reunite with someone dear to her.

- up and off of him. "I'm bored now and have a time and place to be, this was fun while it lasted, though. Sayōnara." She went back to the part of the dimly lit alley where she'd shrugged off her leather jacket, picking it up to hang over her arm as she buttoned what buttons she could that -

- "What a shame, I think I missed. Maybe it was between the third and fourth ribs?" She gives his chest a hardy couple of pats, his gasping breaths letting her know she had, in fact, punctured his lung. "Better luck next time, buddy." With her hands on his chest, she pushed herself -

- fun part was watching him struggle to breathe before she got bored again and got up to leave. She plunged the knife in, inhaling sharply along when the man did for very different reasons before she pulled it out, making sure to go nice and slow to watch and feel him struggle beneath her. -

- She stopped at the intercostal space between the fourth and fifth rib before angling it a few degrees to the side. She grinned as the man told her to move up a rib or two, seeming to know his anatomy, she KNEW she was too low and that she'd most likely puncture his lung, the -

- as the man begged her to stop. "One Two… You know? I've been experimenting, between which ribs to plunge a knife through to miss the heart and at which angle to miss the lungs in order to keep you alive longer. Let's see how lucky you are, shall we?" -

- in protest. "May God have mercy on your poor, pathetic little soul because I won't." After cutting the fabric away from his chest, she dug the tip of the knife just under the right clavicle to meet the first rib, digging in deeper as she drug it down and counted the ribs she passed as the -

- placed her hands on her hips and soon walked over him with a wide gait, letting him try to continue to crawl backward. "Mmm, this just isn't as exciting for me anymore. I was hoping for a little more of a show." She drops to her knees, using his arms as cushions for the landing, the man groaning -

- sending him off balance and toppling backward. The hands that had his ankles let go, allowing him to scramble backward with pained groans and curses as the gravel dug into his wounds further. Walking towards him, she -

- her skin. "Oh, come on now, don't you think you can try a little harder? Maybe with more screaming this time?" The man yelled expletives and backed away, Kumori raised her hand, an unseen force grabbed the man's ankles, immobilizing him just long enough so she could kick him in the abdomen, -

- after she'd sliced away at the poor man before her, creating deep slices of defense wounds across his hands and forearms. With no clothing to grab and his hand sliding down her chest, then abdomen, she laughed, getting a euphoric high from the thick, warm trail of blood left against -

;; would be a shame...