"Don't... Touch me!" You screamed, anger eventually overwhelmed all other senses, you no longer felt pain or humiliation, only fury. Your kagune ripped out from your shoulder and embedded itself into Tsukiuama Shuu's torso in a split second.

He stumbled backwards and let go of your shoulders. His expression was pitiful. "M-magnificent..." He mumbled as he looked at you before collapsing.

For a moment you were frozen, you had no idea what to do. If anyone discovered who and what you were, you'd cause the entire mission to fail. Thus, once you heard hurried footsteps approaching you, you dragged Tsukiyama's unconscious body into his room and locked the door. Miraculously, not too much blood had stained the red carpet.
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You hauled the man onto his bed and panicked when he began to wake up.

"I'm sorry..." He muttered, looking at your frightened form. "I couldn't help myself... I haven't had a good meal in days..." His face held an expression of genuine guilt and you found yourself forgiving him almost instantly; after all, you'd already begun to heal. But he didn't.

His wound was still gaping open, blood was now beginning to pour out continuously.

"I-I," you stuttered as you stared at his wound in sheer helplessness, "I don't know how to help you. What do I do?" You spluttered almost incoherently, the extreme severity of the situation was beginning to sit on your chest.

"J-just call Kanae in, trust me... He's right outside the door... Ask him to come in and wait o-outside."