Once upon a time, there was a simple, loving housewife. She dedicated her life to her husband, but he was mean and vicious.
[The gymnast shook her head solemnly.]
One day, this woman and her husband had a fight. Things got awful, and - oh! - he slit her face with a pair of scissors, from ear-to-ear, through her mouth! She died from blood loss.
[Kodachi let out a deep, sorrowful sigh.]
However, the story doesn't end there. She came back from the dead as an evil spirit, now wandering the streets of her old hometown, Nagasaki. They say that she wears a mask over her face, and will accost you in the streets.
[She leaned closer to Motochika, lowering her voice to a whisper.]
She will ask you -
"Am I pretty?"
[She gave the captain a doe-eyed look, as though she were the woman, and waited for his answer.]
tw: mutilation
[Kodachi cleared her throat, and began - ]
Once upon a time, there was a simple, loving housewife. She dedicated her life to her husband, but he was mean and vicious.
[The gymnast shook her head solemnly.]
One day, this woman and her husband had a fight. Things got awful, and - oh! - he slit her face with a pair of scissors, from ear-to-ear, through her mouth! She died from blood loss.
[Kodachi let out a deep, sorrowful sigh.]
However, the story doesn't end there. She came back from the dead as an evil spirit, now wandering the streets of her old hometown, Nagasaki. They say that she wears a mask over her face, and will accost you in the streets.
[She leaned closer to Motochika, lowering her voice to a whisper.]
She will ask you -
"Am I pretty?"
[She gave the captain a doe-eyed look, as though she were the woman, and waited for his answer.]