Holy shit... Was he dead? He looked dead. He SHOULD be dead. He just got a baseball bat to the back of the skull. Maybe he was unconscious...? No, he's definitely dead. But what if h-

"Hey, hey... You good?"

Your thoughts were broken, your attention shifting from the man on the floor to the woman who delivered the blow. Kotoko stood in front of you, bloodied bat in one hand, and her other hand wresting on her hip.