[ The knife is aimed true, plunging into Saki's back cleanly. Her face twists as she stumbles and falls, a pale touch lending itself to her skin almost immediately as blood flows freely. She wants to cry out, managing only a croaking rasp. The blood itches, it burns, her shirt feels so much heavier on her back than it did a moment ago.
She scrabbles to grip the carpet in her trembling fists and manages to drag herself a few inches further across the floor. ]
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She scrabbles to grip the carpet in her trembling fists and manages to drag herself a few inches further across the floor. ]