In the shadows between the cabinets, a man and a woman were tightly pressed together... What should have seemed like an intimate moment was instead fraught with a sense of life-or-death crisis.
'Plop!'
Blood dripped down the neck of the Corpse Puppet, but the woman's hand did not press down any further.
Her neck was tense, her waist straight... and at her thigh, a hand was firmly gripping there.
It was also pressing on an artery, and the sensation of power that could crush her bones at any moment made her not dare to easily question the opponent's strength... while the other hand of the opponent was gripping her arm, this special countermeasure seemed to be aimed at tearing her in half in one swift move.
