>>19339285Kasumi woke up in her apartment suddenly in a cold sweat, panting. Panicked, she quickly sprung to her feet with her hands up, trying to figure out what happened. Her apartment was trashed. More so than usual that is. This wasn't a usual black out for her.
>I was...Her head throbbed as bits and pieces of whatever happened flashed into her head. Looking around, she finally saw the message sprayed onto the wall. It took her a bit to grasp what exactly it meant, then longer to realize what happened.
>That...fucking...Kasumi clenched her fists tight, her anger quickly rising. She only had the vague idea she was drugged somehow. The smoke? But the fear she definitely remembered. And that wasn't something she was going to let go. Walking over to her fridge, she grabbed two beers, opening one and quickly chugging it. She crushed the empty can and dropped it to the floor. Looking around she found her phone after a few minutes searching, before spending a while looking for clues in her apartment. For some reason she thought about her late family.
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>...I have no idea what the fuck you did Raquel. Or why you did...whatever the hell that was. Normally I'd suspect it was the CIA or something but I remember YOU. And I remember...talking a lot although I don't have any idea what I said.Kasumi said, unusually calm as she took a sip of her beer.
>If you wanted a fight all you had to do is ask, I'm not exactly shy about that kinda shit. But you didn't want just a fight. You gave me the perfect excuse to beat the ever living SHIT out of you, so that's what you're FUCKING GETTING. Maybe you wanted that, so fine.Kasumi glared at her phone, crushing her beer can.
>Falls count anywhere. No DQs. I had enough of these dumbass rules during the B1. Everything goes. I owe you an ass whooping after that crap you pulled. You wanna see what I'm made of? You wanna know what's in my head? Fine, I'll drag you straight into MY Hell. 