Chapter 8 - 92: Dr. Fueguchi
Tsukiyama Shuu's breath came in short, panicked gasps. His neck was caught in Rize's crushing grip, his arms and legs impaled by her kagune, leaving him completely immobilized. No matter how much he struggled, he couldn't break her hold.
He tried to force a counterattack with his kagune, but Rize slipped out of range with impossible precision, leaning back at an angle that should have been unnatural. Before he could recover, she yanked the kagune from his legs and redirected them—one piercing clean through his abdomen, the other intercepting his attacking kagune in mid-air.
Her kagune writhed inside him, and the sudden jolt of agony tore a scream from his throat.
She let him suffer.
Only after a long stretch of deliberate torment did Rize stop. She released him without a word and watched him drop to the alley floor like a discarded doll. His body lay limp and unmoving.
She stepped forward and dropped the blood-stained handkerchief onto his chest.
Then she walked away.
The echo of her boots faded down the alley, her presence vanishing into silence.
After a few moments, Tsukiyama opened one eye.
He'd been playing dead.
His fingers trembled as he reached for the handkerchief. Clutching it to his face, he flipped onto his back and began to laugh—soft at first, then louder.