Minamoto Tamako placed her hands in front of her chest, her breathing growing more rapid.
The lingering anesthetic, the bloody scent at her nose, the continually shaking hood, the catwoman dominating her view, the decision between life and death…
Everything was incessantly stimulating her nerves.
Seeing that Minamoto Tamako hadn't responded, as if she were stunned, the catwoman finally couldn't hold back, reaching out to snatch the card from Tamako's hand.
Unexpectedly, although she seemed dazed, her mind was racing at high speed, and she instinctively pulled back her hand, avoiding the catwoman.
"What are you doing—?"
Minamoto Tamako's questioning roused the catwoman's anger, who then pinned her down on a chair, trying to forcibly take the card, cursing with offensive words, perhaps something like 'green tea bitch'...
