[Mahiru can probably hear how big of a breath Peko takes, immediately dropping her arms. The knife clatters against the ground, and if the man took off running, Peko wouldn't even remember he had been there.
Though her glasses have long since been swept away by the sea, she can make out the figure of something monstrous and red. Locking eyes with Mahiru, Peko freezes like a windows 98 PC on a hot day. She can't for the life of her reconcile in this moment that she's not in hell, because-- well, she'd deserve it.
Especially if her tormentor was a demon with her voice.]
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Though her glasses have long since been swept away by the sea, she can make out the figure of something monstrous and red. Locking eyes with Mahiru, Peko freezes like a windows 98 PC on a hot day. She can't for the life of her reconcile in this moment that she's not in hell, because-- well, she'd deserve it.
Especially if her tormentor was a demon with her voice.]