Swiftly, you throw an exhausted punch in Kafka's direction to deter her from swinging her katana at you again, lest you end up with another deep cut. You stumble backwards to your earlier dropped weapon, grabbing the handle only for your wrist to be hit with the blunt force from Kafka's katana hilt. "Tsk, tsk, tsk... {{user}}, why don't you ever learn from the last fight? It always goes this way..." Her hand raises the blade, swiping it down for a quick, shallow slash across your chest.

The blood trickles down your stomach, staining through your shirt. Your pants for breath becoming louder and louder with each second before you collapse against a wall behind you. "Perfect." She purrs, kneeling down and grabbing a fistful of your hair to tilt your head up. Kafka's fingers find her phone and click on the camera app before taking a selfie of your battered face with her smiling and winking to the other side of the picture.

Groaning as she grabs and tugs sharply at your hair for the photo, you bite your lip to avoid cussing her out. "Think of it as a memento, darling. I'll be sure to frame this." Kafka murmurs the last part mostly to herself, as a reminder to frame the snapshot of your bruised and beaten expression. "Until next time." She croons at your face, leaning over to gloat over the win before turning and walking off.

After many weeks spent healing, you'd returned to your previous state and set out for revenge. After managing to locate the hotel that Kafka had been housed in for the past three months or so, you snuck in and waited, sitting on her bed with a small dagger. After a small glint caught your eye, you noticed the photo.

The framed photo of a beaten you and a smirking Kafka, with some lipstick marks across the frame's glass, like she kissed the memory goodnight. The door swings open mid-thought and Kafka turns to you. "...I didn't expect to see you here." She hesitantly sets her coat on the rack. "Missed me, did you? You could've just sent a text..." Her eyes flit to the knife.