>>6095833It's over in seconds. The cell guards don't even have time to draw their guns. The stranger flicks the blood off his katana before sliding it home into its sheath.
"Let's get you out of there," he says as he unlocks the cell door. "Oh, and you'll probably want this."
As Dokkebi exits the cell, the man hands her a familiar shape. Her face. She holds it reverently.
"Now come on," the man says, turning towards the door. "We've got work to do."
