[The onryo claws at her stomach, barely even reacting as the chainsaw got nearer and near. All it did was tear and scratch at her flesh and breath its stinking, foul breath into her ear.
But then the final shot is fired, and the onryo melts away like falling snow. There's nothing else - only that.
After a moment, the stall vendor passes Urotsuki a basket.]
Ooooh, you failed! Hard luck, no red tape for you! But here's your consolation prize.
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But then the final shot is fired, and the onryo melts away like falling snow. There's nothing else - only that.
After a moment, the stall vendor passes Urotsuki a basket.]
Ooooh, you failed! Hard luck, no red tape for you! But here's your consolation prize.