Your breath was shallow, your heart beating as you grit your teeth. An intense glare met yours from across the room. Hers icy and bitter, while heat rose in your face, the tips of your ears burning.

You know.

She knows you know.

While everyone happily took Shoku in, you knew exactly what she did, and she'll do anything to keep you quiet. Which was obviously difficult since seeing footage of her repetitively stabbing a Salamandrian yokai, breaking their bones, every horrible thing imaginable