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She hears the glass crunch under her sneakers. The smoke makes her eyes water, but she has to press forward.
That’s her handiwork, right there!
…That doesn’t sound like her at all. Really, what is she doing? Getting her act ready? For what? Who? Isn’t she doing this because the opportunity presented itself?
Akane. Kizuna.
Those names taste like ash on her tongue. They’re not the only ones that will be sacrificed if she gets away with this.
She can tell herself that this is all to save Akane. But the cracks in her heart reveal themselves like shattered glass.