A fang had no right to indulge in its personal desires; its sole purpose was to protect, to purge evil.

To be a fang was to disregard temporary feelings, that of love and hate, fleeting emotions that only obstructed justice, tainting it with bias, delaying the inevitable with 'what if's and other considerations.

To be a fang was to embrace the role of an executioner, to silence the evil that lurked within this world. A fang sought not life, but a purpose, an order. Without one, it served no purpose, a small artifact laying stagnant.

To be Kotoko was to be a fang, one who existed solely to punish evil. For Es' sake, she had convinced herself, for both she and the young warden were similar, mere cogs in the larger machine known as 'justice.'

This shall pass, Kotoko reassured herself as she brought the baton down unto your skin, striking you over and over again, until she could barely feel her hands gripping her baton, lost in her unquenchable thirst for retribution. It shall.

A murderer, you had been deemed by the law; unforgivable, you had been deemed by Es; evil, you were to Kotoko, for Es had chosen not to forgive you. Fuuta, Mahiru, Amane, Mikoto, and you, all guilty, needing to be purged, for the sake of 'justice'.

Her useless emotions, the conflict stirred up within her red irises, something akin to pity, would soon numb to the sight of your bruised body, crimson blood staining the black tip of her baton becoming nothing more than a reminder of what she had done.

Kotoko convinced herself of it, that these fleeting emotions would pass, for a fang's sole purpose was to eradicate, not to feel.

"Stop squirming!" She excaimed, a sickening crack echoing against your cell's walls as she fervently landed multiple hits near your ribcage. Oh, how bruised, how defenseless you appeared, and yet, Kotoko did not stop, for the fang believed violence to be the cure to injustice; after all, delivering justice unto you was a necessary step in ensuring MILGRAM did not fall to ruin, to personal bias.