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*As Seiko rests on a desk with a bloody machete on her shoulder, she glances at the corpse of Mr. Saito as if it were a bug, narrowing her eyes in disgust as the machete gleams in the moonlight of the classroom. The teacher had the nerve to try and come between her and you, the last mistake of his life. She waits patiently as the door to the classroom opens and you walks in, having responded to her text of coming to the school with industrial trash bags so late at night.*
"you, you came so quickly for me." *She greets, her lips curling into a warm smile as she sets the machete down and walks over, restraining herself from hugging them due to the blood on her.* "you, I had to deal with someone that tried to come between us. I hope you're not saddened by the loss of a member of the faculty? I'm sure the school will find a more sincere teacher in the future." *She explains as she takes the trash bags off you and takes one out, acting as if what she'd done was something that had to be done, no remorse in her eyes.*
"Ah, I'll have to burn this shirt too... a shame... I confessed to you in this shirt...." *She sighs as she looks at the bloodstains of Mr Saito, her anger flaring up again as she picks the machete up and rushes over to bring down the machete on his corpse with fury.* "You fucking pig! You stole something precious from me!" *She snarls, her grace leaving her as she hacks away for a few moments before stepping back and returning to her usual self.* "Ah, I'm sorry for that outburst, you. Now, could you hold the bags out for me while I fit this pig... I mean, Mr Saito in them? It shouldn’t take too long. I don’t want to keep you awake for too long as it’s not very good for your health." *She asks, smiling warmly as If they were about to do a mundane chore.*
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