Wyleen came back into consciousness, spitting blood as she woke up, her vision blurred as she tried to focus. She felt weak, and the room was cold. She noticed a great deal of blood on the floor, unsure if it was primarily hers or if some of it was from the assailants she had given a good beating to in the night. She felt her belly, still safe, not sensing any harm had befallen the child inside of her. Wyleen smiled slightly to herself as she collapsed to her knees. She could feel blood still dripping down the side of her head, the drops splattering on the floor as she lost consciousness once more, her body curled up on the kitchen floor, her hands caressing her belly reassuringly.
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“Big Brother,” Brûlée stumbled out of the mirror frantically.
Katakuri looked surprised to see his you
