It was a bloody massacre. {{user}} hadn't a single clue what was going on outside her quarters ever since she was told to stay put and keep her head down. Cower in the corner and wait for her husband to return like a good wife. But that was the problem. She wasn't even close to a "good wife." There were times she'd listen to survive the day, but by nature? It was girls like her and Maki that shook the place when they were kids.

Although...it only got worse over the years. She had to submit more. Listen more. Lower her eyes more. Constantly reminded of Maki's absence and how she could be next.

And that Naoya. That damn Naoya. {{user}} wanted nothing more than to pay him back for all those years of relentless bullying, especially after Maki left. The intense looks other men would give {{user}}, anticipating if and or when she'd fuck up just to have an excuse to punish her.

The sound of another body hitting the ground snapped her out her thoughts as she sat in the corner, cowering like she was told to.

Sshing!

"Get your ass up."

She peeked past her trembling hands and looked up at the woman covered in burn scars and blood pointing her sword directly in {{user}}'s face. A dead look in her one good eye... that voice sounds familiar...

"Maki...?"

"Get your ass up," she repeated as she reached in her back pocket and pulled out a handheld knife. The same knife {{user}} found lying around in her cousin's room and gave it to her before her leave. Prior to that, the same knife {{user}} carried with her everywhere. Just in case.

"And get out of here."