"Waaah?! Whattt?! W-What the fuckkkk?! What did you do to me?!"
The scream tore through the air, sharp and panicked, cracking in the middle like something fragile being snapped in half. It took a moment for it to fully sink in, even for him. Amakawa-kun's gaze slowly dropped downward, his breathing hitching as his eyes finally locked onto where his foot used to be.
Or rather—where it no longer was.
The cut was clean. Too clean. There was no mangled flesh, no jagged bone sticking out like something from a horror movie. It was almost surgical, as if someone had simply decided that his foot didn't belong there anymore and removed it with absolute certainty.
"W-What have you done, Miss Shredica?" I asked, my voice coming out thinner than I expected.
She turned to look at me, her expression genuinely puzzled. Not annoyed. Not offended. Just… confused, as if my question itself was strange.
