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Once inside her bedroom Luka carefully began to strip away pieces of fabric that were not even recognized as anythingwhite, struggling not to scream; this was something the young street fighter had been forced to learn when she was only a child. She locked the door with trembling fingers and collapsed onto the carpet beside the nightstand, entire body at least 24 degrees colder.

"It hurts...so much pain..." Luka hoped that no one would happen to pass by the locked door...and hear her crying.