I can't believe he had the nerve to talk to me like that! Who does he think he is?
She was lying on the balcony of the hotel room, sunbaking. It was supposed to be a meaningless, relaxing exercise. But her thoughts were constantly wandering, spoiling any chance of recreation she could have had.
She can't be dead. Kasumi can't be dead! What sort of cold blooded… bastard… would have killed her? Who could kill someone as pure-hearted as she?
Angry tears sprung to her eyes. Why did you have to die? And why did he have to mention it the way he did? In passing… it was almost as though he really didn't care.
Maybe he didn't. Maybe he really did…
She stopped mid train of thought.
Could he have done it? Would he have killed her?
No way. They were friends, weren't they…?
But she was so skilled. You would need someone with even higher levels of skills then she to bring her down…
And the only person with higher levels of skills then her would be…
Him…
Or her brother. But siblings don't kill each other!
Well, I didn't think friends did, either, but perhaps that's just me. Maybe…
God, I wish I knew who killed her. Who could be as evil as to?
She remembered that icy, emotionless look he had given her.
He could have. He really could have. I was spending my time with a killer.
Or maybe I'm just jumping to conclusions. Hopefully, I'm just jumping to conclusions.
But… I'd rather be rude and alive then polite and dead.
Should I tell the police?
Well… I really don't have any proof. Man, I wish I knew what to do…!
Before she could say anything, do anything, a hand clamped around her mouth, another grabbing her arms and forcing them backwards. As much as she savagely bit the hand around her mouth, whoever had grabbed her didn't even react. Her head was being forced in the one direction, so she couldn't see her captor's face, however…
Was it him? Has he decided to kill me? Oh, god…
She cried out but the hand effectively muffled it. The next thing she knew was a sharp pain across her head and then blackness.