In one smooth, swift motion, Harper carved through the air.
Her arm swung in one precise movement—slashing down from their chests to their stomachs, then slicing horizontally across their necks, tracing a clean, fatal letter “T” onto their flesh.
The next second, blood spurted violently from the deep gashes.
The brothers choked hopelessly on their own blood, their eyes rolling back before their limp bodies collapsed heavily onto the floor.
Maya watched through the glass, her heartbeat echoing in her ears. Harper’s movements were so swift that she barely saw them.
By the time Maya’s eyes caught up, it was already over.
Harper lowered the blade and, without looking back, handed it to Anko.
“Nakama-tachi mo, kore de yasuraka ni nemureru.”
Our brothers can finally rest in peace.
A sho
