"That's the last one," she said.
Skitter, scatter. She hurried towards the exit past lull, light blue bodies gently spread across puddles of soft, scarlet red oil.
Pitter-patter, she arrived calmly.
"Where's the doorknob?!"
Upon the door was a woman wearing a black dress shirt, tucked in a lace-up corset belt. Her pleated skirt, attached with garter straps to her boots completed the final dark look. This woman, still covered in fresh blood, is named Kitsuna Ran.
"Ah, finally."