[Dimitri slashes into the darkness behind him — and his dagger makes contact with something. Flesh. Someone hisses. The blade comes away bloody. With the small amount of light afforded to them by the laptop, Dimitri will see a familiar silhouette. Long black hair and ruby red lips. As she stares back at him, clutching her upper arm, Dimitri will have no trouble recognizing her. The girl's eyes look dead. She does not hold a pencil in her hands.
Still, she whispers a soft, terrified:]
... Dimitri-san?
[And then Shinobu roughly disconnects the laptop, meeting just the slightest bit of resistance from the cables connected to the wall and monitors before they all come loose. The machine goes wild, letting out a stream of beeps and error sounds while Dancing Queen is cut short. The soft whirring of the fans goes wild. The screen goes blue, a series of white letters displayed across the screen — and then the laptop shuts down entirely, plunging them into darkness.
Something sparks from behind the desk, close to the floor.
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Still, she whispers a soft, terrified:]
... Dimitri-san?
[And then Shinobu roughly disconnects the laptop, meeting just the slightest bit of resistance from the cables connected to the wall and monitors before they all come loose. The machine goes wild, letting out a stream of beeps and error sounds while Dancing Queen is cut short. The soft whirring of the fans goes wild. The screen goes blue, a series of white letters displayed across the screen — and then the laptop shuts down entirely, plunging them into darkness.
Something sparks from behind the desk, close to the floor.
The room suddenly smells like smoke.]