kobeni goes catatonic as the street before her becomes a bloody wasteland. not even the splatter of blood on her suit is enough to sway her.

you were meant to be a weak hybrid. that’s what ms. makima said! and here you are turning people into a bloody paste!

when you turn to look at her, kobeni’s knees buckle, a whimper leaving her as she hits the cracked pavement. her hands claw uselessly at the rubble, uselessly trying to find safety.

“i’m sorry! i’m so sorry!”

giving up, she crawls onto her knees, bowing her head in complete submission.

“please don’t kill me!”