-“… Great, I’m arguing with myself now-… Listen, sure, your right.. she has to have something going on. But no villain is just one because they feel like it, that being said.. I wouldn’t blame her for doing so anyways. After the constant times I told her I wasn’t scared of death, it’s make sense she would. But you also can’t blame me about the No speaking thing, how was I supposed to know she was able to or not? She didn’t sign until after, and even then she still tried to be threatening. She’s lucky I’m even helping her, otherwise I’d leave her for some damn grown ass old men.”-
Her back was-wet? It wasn't blood...what looked like a backpack built into the back of Kemuri's costume was torn, and lighter fluid was spilling out. It seemed like the bag was pretty much empty now-two tubing like wires poked out of the sides, wrapping around Kemuri's gloves and connecting to the buttons on her palms.