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anyways imagine fukuchi succeeding in k/lling fukuzawa, only to realize that wasnât his goal, he was angry at the government, and now it was too late to take it back. imagine ranpo watching the life leave his eyes and for the first time, his mind is silent. numbly, he-
anyways imagine fukuchi succeeding in k/lling fukuzawa, only to realize that wasnât his goal, he was angry at the government, and now it was too late to take it back. imagine ranpo watching the life leave his eyes and for the first time, his mind is silent. numbly, he-
-stands back up, looks at fukuchi, and decides that only one of them will be walking away from this room. ranpo, for as smart as he is, did not go down easy. however, blinded by his own hurt and without a proper melee weapon, fukuchi overpowered him in the end. thereâs a certain-
-type of peace people usually find in silence, but the only emotions hanging in the air were guilt and grief, suffocating the room long after fukuchi left. yosano was the first to find them, trying desperately to use her ability and ignore the stillness of either mans chest. she-
-cries, for the first time in forever feeling completely helpless, and doesnât stop until her throat burns and her eyes canât stay open. she staggers back to the ADA, unsure of what to do. the only people sitting there are kunikida and naomi, the rest either healing or fighting-
-stragglers. she collapses at the nearest desk and barely manages to get out what happened.
It was the first silent night Yokohama has had in ages.
It was the first silent night Yokohama has had in ages.
