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_{[ By now, Katsura has taken a seat on the toilet seat that is down. He's asking him a pretty sensitive question right now that Katsura isn't sure he wants to completely open up and answer-- all he could do is remember the loud shrills and cries of something unearthly in front of his very eyes-- flecks of blood kissing his cheeks in violent spurts and the body of his dear friend ahead of him left lifeless on the floor.

His stomach twisted in an unpleasant way.

Katsura's face pales considerably as he stares at the floor.
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I shouldn't be here. And you shouldn't either.