[Something something kids these days, thinks the twenty-three year old.]
If it's a butcher, my guess is a cle--
[And right on cue, a man wearing a grotesque mask resembling a pig's head comes barreling towards them, 'bloody' cleaver in hand and splatters of red all across his white apron. Yep, time to run.
He reaches out to snatch Mio's hand, and unless she does something to dodge it or pull out of his grasp, he's gonna pull her along as he makes a dash for the next door. They'll have to dodge past all of the plastic meat, but given their pursuer is more intent on cackling and waving the cleaver around than actually giving chase, it's not exactly a challenge.]
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[Something something kids these days, thinks the twenty-three year old.]
If it's a butcher, my guess is a cle--
[And right on cue, a man wearing a grotesque mask resembling a pig's head comes barreling towards them, 'bloody' cleaver in hand and splatters of red all across his white apron. Yep, time to run.
He reaches out to snatch Mio's hand, and unless she does something to dodge it or pull out of his grasp, he's gonna pull her along as he makes a dash for the next door. They'll have to dodge past all of the plastic meat, but given their pursuer is more intent on cackling and waving the cleaver around than actually giving chase, it's not exactly a challenge.]