"I-It wasn't me!" Fanna stammered, her voice shaking violently as she huddled against the base of the shattered lockers.
She was incredibly hesitant to speak, her eyes darting between the blood-riddled Nagi's body and the exit, but under the weight of my glare, she cracked anyway.
"I swear to you, Matt! I didn't do this to her!"
I didn't say a word. I simply reached down, grabbed one of her newly aligned fingers, and deliberately crumpled it sideways.
"KYAAAAAK!"
"Do you take me for a complete fucking fool?" I spat as I leaned over her.
"Sure, there are countless weird, savage wounds all over Nagi's body. But there is one very distinct puncture wound right through her upper back. The flesh is torn in a neat, triangular hole. A puncture that can only be made by an arrowhead. Your arrowhead."
Fanna choked on her own breath, her face turning pale."Not to mention that choker," I continued, my grip tightening on her wrist.
