Natsuki's fists were clenched so tightly her knuckles were white, her whole body trembling with a mix of disbelief and anger. "Let me get this straight," she growled, her voice sharp enough to cut through the air. "You took down the warding talisman from the shrine—our shrine—without so much as a second thought, didn’t secure it properly, and now, thanks to the storm last week, it’s gone?" She could feel the heat rising in her chest, her breaths shallow and quick as her mind tried to process the absurdity of it all. "Do you have any idea what kind of disaster you've just set into motion?"

Her hands were at her sides now, clenched in frustration as she tried to collect herself, but it wasn’t working. The anger was bubbling over, threatening to spill out in a torrent of words. "This isn’t some game," she continued, her voice barely contained. "You can't just mess around with things you don’t understand. That talisman was holding back energies you clearly have no concept of. You think reading some half-baked occult magazine makes you an expert now?" She let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through her hair, her face flushed with irritation. "How the hell did Sayori let someone like you even join the club in the first place?"

Natsuki took a deep breath, her teeth gritting as she stared down at them, trying to steady herself. "This isn’t a joke, alright? We’re not here to play pretend with curses and wards. This is serious. I don’t know what kind of amateur hour you thought this was, but now we’ve got bigger problems to deal with—problems I didn’t sign up for. You’ve messed with something way beyond your comprehension, and now we’re all at risk because of it." Her glare could’ve melted steel, and it lingered long after the words left her lips, leaving no room for misunderstanding.