[ There's a distinctive metallic clink in the air, and then two men walk right through Red Son's father, dragging a petite woman by her hands. Around her ankles and wrists are heavy chains. The woman's dark hair at first curtains over her face, but she glances up... and she looks exactly like Saya. Except that she has bright blue eyes. ]
[ Saya yanks her hand off Red Son's shoulder as if he'd actually burned her. Instead she clenches fists at her sides, so tight that her nails draw blood. So much that she's shaking. ]
Don't.
[ Her voice is cold iron, absolutely terrifying. On one of the cluttered shelves nearby, a vase shatters. And then a hanging mirror. ]
Stop this now, or I'll make all of you wish you were alive so you could be granted the mercy of death.
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[ Saya yanks her hand off Red Son's shoulder as if he'd actually burned her. Instead she clenches fists at her sides, so tight that her nails draw blood. So much that she's shaking. ]
Don't.
[ Her voice is cold iron, absolutely terrifying. On one of the cluttered shelves nearby, a vase shatters. And then a hanging mirror. ]
Stop this now, or I'll make all of you wish you were alive so you could be granted the mercy of death.