[She snarl goes slack when the bullet hits her head, her body going limp against the sword pinning her to the door. Her eyes were wide, yet still full of so much hate and anger, as if she was still judging him for his actions. Her normally stark-white hair is quickly dyed black with the oil-like blood welling from her forehead which leaks down her cheeks before pooling on her clothes and at her feet.]
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