"I'll say this one last time: let those two kids go and get out of here. Do exactly as I say and don't piss me off — I'm in a very bad mood today," Miori hisses in a flat, icy voice, her sapphire-blue eyes shifting between Kaito and Hiroshi.
"And who the fuck is this supposed to be?" Kaito spits back.
He glances down at Aoshi with a smirk.
"Hey, stick boy, happy now? Looks like mommy showed up to save your ass."
"Whoever she is, she's definitely hotter than this flat-chested chick," Hiroshi adds, pulling his hand away and shoving Ayane aside.
"I warned you. Now you're fucked..." Miori sighs.
She slips off her ankle boots, leaving only her tights on her feet. Then she carefully sets her glittering black handbag on the ground.
Without warning, she explodes into motion.
In an instant, she closes the distance and drives a brutal elbow strike straight into Kaito's chest.
