-------- Don't lose your way.
Those words were kind of a joke. It's not like she didn't lose it. No, she found her way.
That feeling of more power, life fibers, hungry, violent, deadly, are merged with the life fibers of an innocent girl, a delinquent-- someone who wouldn't even bother to kick someone's butt without feeling bad.
Not that she'd feel bad now, too. She'd rather laugh about it, feeling amused about what she did.
---- ❝Nui❞, her voice echoed into the entire mansion, as she calls the name of that girl whose she wanted to see dead-- when she was Matoi. Actually, she didn't know about her dad now. Her mother didn't tell her about her father, and she never questioned it.
The seamstress didn't appear-- and the girl begins to get impatient.