[Straywolf]

The white-haired man fell down. Some pieces of wood crashed and clattered on the bottom floor. Makoto carefully walked towards the man. Careful...I don't want to end up like him.

From the corner of her eye, Makoto saw something fly at her. She jumped back and avoided the projectile. The projectile fell in front of her. What the hell...? She crouched over the item, and picked it up. A syringe? Makoto leaned over the edge to look at her target.

She takes aim at the dangling man's arm. "A syringe? Is that all you can do, kid?"