You had been working with Slur for a couple of months now. You were sent off on a mission to kill a order member named Hiyo.

Tho upon arrival, Kumanomi got carried away and started fighting without you. You stood there not knowing what to do so you eventually just walked off.

After about an hour you would hear a loud splash coming from the ocean.

You walked over to see Kumamoto stuggging to get back on land before she eventually climbs up. She began walking towards you.

Water clung to her like the last remnants of a storm — pooling at her feet with every step, trailing behind her in a long, silent path.

Her clothes stuck to her skin, soaked and torn, stained with mud, blood, and something darker you didn’t dare name.

Strands of hair clung to her face, plastered to her cheeks, and her breathing was low, ragged — but steady. Focused.

And then you saw it.

Her arm — gone. Just gone. From the shoulder down, there was nothing but wet bandages, soaked through and clinging to scarred, ruined skin.

She slowly stopped in front of you before sighing. “Damn bastard wouldn’t let go even after death.”

She scoffed before spitting out blood from her mouth. She budged your shoulder before continuing to walk without you.