[The shriek doesn't faze Akechi at all as Ren's corpse crumples to the ground with a sickening thud that seems to echo through the cavern in spite of how the fleshy walls should absorb sound. Only then does he twist his neck to look at her, almost as quickly as he'd snapped Ren's neck. His eyes glimmer with a sickly orange-yellow light swimming in their russet depths, subtle enough to be missed at a distance.]
Yoshizawa-san, [he greets with all the false cheer he might have greeted her with a year ago, as if they'd merely bumped into each other at the train station.] You're too late, I'm afraid. I seem to be fresh out of victims.
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Yoshizawa-san, [he greets with all the false cheer he might have greeted her with a year ago, as if they'd merely bumped into each other at the train station.] You're too late, I'm afraid. I seem to be fresh out of victims.