(Repurposed Dockside Warehouse, Sub-Basement, Laboratory Antechamber- roughly four hours prior to current events)
"...!"
Takeyama Akane would die twice in that room; first when Wei broke her neck, but life returned quickly to her from such a simple wound. The grogginess that always accompanied resurrection had just begun to fade when he descended on her.
Even she couldn't hold back the screams as he did his grisly work.
Finally, the man's muscles returned to normal, but his parting words were lost in a sea of pain as her vision again faded to white; only an odd warmth on her cheek remained as the torrent of blood consumed her.
Have your trinkets, then, Crimson Devil.She would awake again but a few minutes later, after Wei Lung had left, trailing destruction in his wake; but it would take most of the next two hours to undo the macabre knot, between blacking out frequently and occasionally having to re-break something.
After resting for another hour (and several cigarettes), she staggered to her feet- clothes badly torn, and caked in blood- to leave the now red room; there was nothing left for her here, and her weapons had been swept away in the flood, to where only Heaven knew.
Did I buy enough time?She wasn't surprised to see the laboratories in ruins, and called down a secret emergency lift to the surface. If the Beast Master had escaped, he'd certainly have gone to ground, and information was time-sensitive- she would attempt to contact him later, but for now she might as well have no leads.
Exhausted and hungry, Akane heads towards Central Park- only to be greeted by a raging inferno and screams of terror.