Magne glances down at the file, fighting the urge to snoop and simply listening to him explaining the situation.
Before he lapses into passable Japanese, she murmurs, "you were asking for it?"
Her expression tightens and she moves to take a seat at the desk, her elbows propped on the arms of the chair and one hand running over the back of her right forearm. The shudder is subtle, but she doesn't pretend that there wasn't a reaction.
"[It was a Yakuza boy that did it to me. He tried to make my group become completely subservient to him and his family. We objected. I tried to make him leave. I rushed him and tried to knock him out before he could hurt anyone when he moved to retaliate, but...
It felt like my body was on fire, then, there was nothing. I felt my flesh burst.]"
Her hand grips that spot on her arm, tight enough to leech the color out of her fingertips and leave subtle pink prints.
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Before he lapses into passable Japanese, she murmurs, "you were asking for it?"
Her expression tightens and she moves to take a seat at the desk, her elbows propped on the arms of the chair and one hand running over the back of her right forearm. The shudder is subtle, but she doesn't pretend that there wasn't a reaction.
"[It was a Yakuza boy that did it to me. He tried to make my group become completely subservient to him and his family. We objected. I tried to make him leave. I rushed him and tried to knock him out before he could hurt anyone when he moved to retaliate, but...
It felt like my body was on fire, then, there was nothing. I felt my flesh burst.]"
Her hand grips that spot on her arm, tight enough to leech the color out of her fingertips and leave subtle pink prints.