[Well, it's not an entire person's worth of blood splashed all over the room this time and nothing else; unfortunately, that's about the best thing that can be said here, and even that particular best-case isn't any comfort, because what is there is so much worse.
There's a person lying in a pool of blood on the floor, legs bent at loose but slightly awkward angles, hands drawn up in the universal position of one who tried to defend themselves, one of them curled into a loose fist. However, there's no motion forthcoming, no acknowledgement that anyone else is there, and the front of the body is covered in blood, clothing torn in several places.
Her purple hair is haloed loosely around her head, her face turned away and to the side; her eyes are open, her stare glossy and unfocused.
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There's a person lying in a pool of blood on the floor, legs bent at loose but slightly awkward angles, hands drawn up in the universal position of one who tried to defend themselves, one of them curled into a loose fist. However, there's no motion forthcoming, no acknowledgement that anyone else is there, and the front of the body is covered in blood, clothing torn in several places.
Her purple hair is haloed loosely around her head, her face turned away and to the side; her eyes are open, her stare glossy and unfocused.
Megumi Sakura is dead.