I should have known this was how Miho was going to react.
She was never going to collapse to the floor, broken, and wait for me to explain to her all that I knew.
I ran after Miho, but she was impossibly fast.
She ran through the corridor - holding the knives in her hands.
Then she made a quick turn into the living room direction, and I saw her feet lift off the ground as she launched herself. I heard Shin's scream - not of pain, but of surprise.
By the time I caught up and entered the living room too, I saw Miho and Shin in a stand off. Miho had her two short knives, but Shin was holding what looked like a katana. He must have yanked it from the decorative wall rack by the door; the lacquered scabbard still swung on its cord, tapping the floorboards. It seemed Miho's sudden attack had worked. He had a wound on his right arm and blood stain was spreading on his shirt.
"What the hell are you doing, Miho?!" Shin shouted at the crazed girl.
