The Death of A Demon : A Broadcast of Familiar Faces

henever she sat around at lunch, Kanna couldn't help think back to her. Perhaps on some level, even wonder if she wouldn't come by to bitch at her so they could laze about and smoke one before heading back to class. Ever since that afternoon, they'd run into each every so often, share a couple words, perhaps a smoke at times... Which made Kanna find all too odd when she went not one but two days in a row without even catching sight of the dilligent janitor. As she had no habit of talking with others, she also had no clue whether any of them had noticed her absence. Maybe they had, maybe they hadn't.

"Hmm... I'm surprised nobody came over to bitch at me for sitting where I shouldn't... I hope she's not sick or some shit.", she mused, casually looking out the window as her mind wandered, thinking if all the manner of shady business Kasey was obviously involved in had finally caught up to her. Unable to hold back her curiosity, she typed a few keys on her computer.

That disposable phone she'd given her, supposedly untraceable? Yeah... It really was untraceable... Unless you happened to be the one who coded the encryption software to make it so. She'd been in exactly the same place for the past three days...? Nah, that's impossible... She probably just forgot the phone somewhere, even assuming she was actually inside that building.

Still, Kanna couldn't shake off that bad feeling no matter how she looked at it. She'd been hoping to get Kasey on her side and use some of the woman's likely encyclopedic information for her own benefit... If the woman went and got herself in trouble so early on, without the hacker even getting that chance. Worst case scenario, she'd have died somewhere, a prospect far too uneasy for her to linger. She had no real investment in Kasey, beyond a source of information, and yet she still couldn't help but think she was the least unpleasant Janitor she'd ever met in her life. Hopefully she'd come back tomorrow or so...

... Only she wouldn't. Kanna needn't even have waited until the next day to realize her suspicions might actually be true. In the late hours in the night, she really had nothing to do. She couldn't sleep anyway, and so figured might as well laze about, venting what she precieved as annoyance, but may very well just be concern. So when she got that notice, how her tracking device had suddenly stopped working...

Kanna didn't think twice. Before she knew it, she'd grabbed her housekeys, cell phone, and the only weapon she could find: A switchblade.

It took a fair amount of navigation to reach that basement, but oddly enough, nobody came by to stop her. Kanna made sure to use her quirk on her phone, tap into the building's network and getting a read of all other nearby phones... But came up empty, seeing nothing and nobody until she reached that room. Kanna had seen tons of wierd shit in her life, she'd seen her fair of share of bloodshed, and been responsible for part of it... But nothing compared to the crimson sight before her, comparable to what you'd expect from slasher flicks. Kanna couldn't help but feel a nudging reminder of how she herself was far from exactly sane:

"Holy shit... Did a serial killer pass through here...?", she mumbled, awestruck yet still fully alert, reflexively raising one hand over her mouth and nose

A normal person would have turned around and gotten the hell out, but Kanna took a step forward. The stench of death wasn't so overwhelming as to leave her dinner at risk, but even a borderline psychopath who struggled with emphasizing with those who were most likely scumbags avoided looking too hard at the bodyparts lying around. As adrenaline mixed with a deeply rooted resolve of what she'd come here to do, she just wasn't interested in corpses.

The image of that long haired janitor firmly engrained in her mind, she made her way through the scene, struggling to figure out what had gone there. Whatever furniture might have existed there had been torn to pieces, leaving little clues as to what happened before everybody died. Controlling her breath, Kanna kept her anxious heartbeat in check as much as possible, as those sharp, focused eyes of jade scanned the floor. Eventually, she found her, and her breath caught in her throat. Not unlike everyone else here, she too had been completely torn to pieces, but unlike everybody else, enough of the janitor remained intact for Kanna to recognize her:

"KASEEEEEEY!!", calling out in a rare moment of fright, the startled blonde rushed over to her friend's dismembered body, nearly slipping on the bloodsoaked floor. She shook the woman far more forcefully than she probably should have had the janitor still be alive, but lacking an immediate reaction, immediately let loose an endless flow of expeletives, "Fuck, fuck, FUUUUUCK...!!"

Thud!

Thud!

Punching with all her might, Kanna vent her frustrated on the ground below, "Too late, TOO FUCKING LATE!!", once twice, thrice, she bashed into the ground as if it could do anything to change what happened, "YOU IDIOT!!"

She screamed at her own weakness, carelessness, stupidity not to have done more to keep an eye on their shady janitor. Her punches grew weaker with each one until she could scarcely move her hand at the end of it. It hurt like hell, but more than this pain, more than this sting of failure... The girl was dead, and this thought left an aching, incomprehensible pain in her chest... She'd gotten here too late and the one she'd came to save had been torn apart like all the others. Question now was, what the hell was she going to do...?

For once, Kanna's wrath came not from pride but something else... She'd only wanted Kasey's information, she knew they might very well become enemies once they learned more about each other. She wanted it enough to risk diving headfirst into a rabbit hole without really knowing if she'd be able to come back out. A woman like Kasey no doubt also expected to use Kanna all the same, the two using each other for their purposes, with Kanna for once barely noticing she actually appreciated the company of someone she didn't exactly trust... Was this why her failure felt so personal? She could scarcely understand it herself.

Amidst the raging storm of conflicting emotions, she took a fair moment to process how the girl she took for dead had actually called out to her. Her breath hitched, whole body tensing as a feeling of relief washed over it quickly enough:

"Shit, Kasey...?! Y-you're alive? Had me fooled there...", fumbled Kanna, flabbergasted, realizing the answer for herself quickly enough. Many of her wounds would have sufficed for someone to bleed out, but now that she loosed closely, her muscles were slowly growing back... A healing factor quirk huh...? But in the end, this relief gave way to a knowing sense of embarassment: Fully understanding how the janitor actually had her a bit worried there, Kanna couldn't help but look away, feeling a faint, flustered heat in her cheeks as she scratched her neck idly, "So, uhm... You were awake the whole time weren't you...?"

Her eyes trailed off Kasey as she spoke, only casually looking back at her out the corner of her eye. Now more than ever thankful for the girl's cluelessness, the hacker calmly held the bony hand rested on her shoulder. With the girl alive, Kanna's resolve renewed and she'd calmly drape the shady girl's arm around her shoulder, helping her as s she struggled to her feet. This awkwardness lingered rather unpleasantly in the blonde's mind, often driving her to avert her gaze as her memory worked against her - she remembered embarassing moments far too vividly with her inability to forget anything. It took hearing a completely out of place question to slap composed Kanna back to her senses:

"Oi, oi... You seriously asking me if I'm okay?", she interjected, raising an incredulous eyebrow. Just the kind of shit she'd expect from Kasey by now, really, but even then she couldn't help a sigh and shake of her head, "Yare yare daze..."

After witnessing some of the girl's regenerative capabilities, Kanna already expected her to survive this, enough not to feel any nudging desire to ask her. Regaining her calm and focus, her mind saw nothing but ways out of this bloody mess. While she clearly understood how the shady janitor' survival might point to her being the responsible for the massacre, at the same time her disappearance also implied she could have had a perfectly good reason to kill them all.

"What the hell happened here?", she asked her, finally looking into those absent green eyes. Whether or not Kasey answered her, she'd soon move away from the student's support and walk over to one of the corpses. As she did so, Kanna took her own moment to snoop around a while, looking for none other than the phone signal she used to track Kanna here, "Hm... Can't leave this lying around."

Seeing her destroyed phone near what remained of the table, Kanna made it a point to retrieve it and take it with her. She'd left far too many tracks simply coming here to retrieve Kasey, even now fully accepting the fact she could be helping a mass murderer who merely wanted to use her. Kanna would tell herself she could just as easily benefit having the janitor on her side, barely acknowledging any other reason why she didn't want her to die. She crossed her arms and watched the one she'd come to rescue crouch down and retrieve something form one of the corpses, an item that looked like a ring. Once she spoke up again, the schoolgirl actually answered in stride:

"Well enough yeah. I mean, I ain't got a licence or anything...", shrugging and shaking her head, Kanna nonetheless looked back confidently into Kasey's eyes, as reassuring as you could possibly get from an underage girl with no licence... When she nodded, she knew she could wherever she wanted without crashing, especially at these late hours of the night, "...But I've done it enough times and I'm still here."

rath, greed, pride... Kanna was far from a saintly woman herself, with her aggressive callousness standing out as her more devious trait. After Kasey retrieved that ring and asked her to turn around, the blonde didn't ask why. She got the drift, and nodded, expecting the girl to beat the corpses into a bloody pulp:

"'iight... You do your thing.", she'd say, resigning herself, shrugging as she turned around and looked for something else to do in the meantime, "Just don't take too long, we gotta get the hell outta dodge."

Now more than ever Kanna understood the extent of her own callousness, for she really didn't care what Kasey did to the corpses of gangsters. Put em in a blender, cut them apart, hell, she could eat them for all Kanna cared. As it turns out, that's exactly what she had in mind. She always had the girl pegged for glutton, but now, well... Now she wasn't so sure about the right word.

Kanna on the other hand, was indeed quite far from completely sane, as she couldn't really bring herself to care for the carnage happening behind her. Yeah, killing random people just to eat was defenitely something the blonde could loathe. But eating what remained of your kills, especially when those kills likely deserved what they got...

She couldn't bring herself to hate the ghoulish woman over it.

On the other hand, neither could she simply up and turn her back on a cannibal, call it survival instinct or whatnot. As she reached for her own cellphone though... Kanna hissed at the sharp rush of pain piercing up her arm at the slightest motion, at the effort of simply holding an object realizing for the first time how she'd likely fractured her hand with the earlier outburst. But she bit through the pain, gritting her teeth and handling both computers and cellphones alike, taking expecial interest in the few littered the ground. Picking up two of the bloodied devices, she'd speak up through the grisly sounds of tearing flash and cracking bone:

"I'll be right outside. Hurry up as soon as you're done.", she'd tell her, stepping past the blown open entrance and leaning behind the gap where a door must have once stood. Just like Kasey, Kanna too had something she'd rather not show her; the full abilities of her quirk. Using those two looted cellphones, she'd sift through them and the network of the building, gathering, compiling, collecting and reading through every bit of information she found, "Tch... Makes me sick.", she grunted, visibly outraged.

A research project, experimenting on Quirk users to harness their abilities. A sickening notion, far more revolting to Kanna than anything you could do to a corpse. She clicked her tongue, pissed, but for once not regretting her decision to come this far. She'd only glimsed the tip of the iceberg, but this information on the thirteen subjects - Kasey most importantly - she'd some light on the mess of a person this woman had grown into. Judging from what she'd seen thus far, their janitor could have turned out a lot worse, and at that moment, Kanna couldn't help but sympathising with the mess she had become.

Sure, Kanna's damage never translated into cannibalism, but neither had she been captured and experiemented on. As for her current predicament, this same company sent goons after her, and likely taken her here to do god knows what. Kanna found no such details, but nor did she need them:

"So... Are you ready to go...?", she'd ask Kasey the moment she saw the girl step outside, or heard any sign hinting to her finishing her business. How much had the girl suffered to become like this...? What kind of person would she be had she never been experiemented on? All this new information, ingraining in Kanna's memories... She almost looked at Kasey differently the next time their eyes met...

While the janitor dealt with cleaning up their physical presence, Kanna took care of erasing their digital presence too, deleting, infecting, corrupting the system she currently found herself on, file by file if need be. Now, all they had to do was get out of this place.

h, the things she did in the name of a good source... Hanging out with a cannibal seemed like the most extreme, but she couldn't really think any less of that silly but knowledgeable janitor she could buy off with food. Was Kasey just completely deranged, or was she that good an actress? Ultimately, she had no quarrel with her... Kanna didn't know or care about the men she'd most likely killed, felt no sympathy towards them after digging up enough to understand they'd likely kidnapped and done whatever they wanted with her. Perhaps if the blonde strove to understand some of the people she hated, she'd have a chance at letting go of her grudges... But at this point, whether due to her background, youth, or even her powerful memory, such a deed laid beyond the girl's reach. Perhaps simply focusing on saving others would gradually erode her vengeful self as she focused on the bigger picture... At this point though, she resented the company who'd done this to Kasey and the other twelve, and should she ever find the name of that company, she'd defenitely aid the girl in exposing them to the public.

"No doubt, they're hired goons paid to cover up company secrets... Whoever's paying them gotta make sure to keep the happy and quiet.", she clenched her left fist, right hand held loosesly as even the slightest clenching motion shot that sharp pain up her arm until she relented. She looked at the janitor who still looked far too messed up to be doing, well, anything, but there she was. She didn't even need Kanna's help to walk, and her next words had the blonde scratching her head almost humbly, "I can't say I mind that to be fair..."

She really didn't. Not to mention those heavy electronics on modern cars made it all too easy for Kanna to pretend she could drive. And she really could, if you give her a whole road and no other drivers. But as she had never taken lessons, she didn't know a great many street signs essential to coordinate traffic. But then, all these thoghts completely slipped from her mind. Her jaw dropped ever so slightly, those thin, youthful lips widening as the girl dropped the keys in her hand... She'd be driving... That?!?

"I'd tell you my right hand's likely fractured, but I doubt i'll need it too much. So yeah, I'll take the wheel.", despite the seeming handicap, Kanna looked confident, far too confident for a rookie driver with an injured hand. Accepting the key offered, she wasted no time getting inside the car and sitting at the wheel, eyes wiedened with a visible hint of excitement. Kanna was a techie. She liked machines. Even though this normally included only computers and their ilk, she couldn't resist the charm of a car far faster than anything she'd ever driven before, "I don't know what electronics they put in these cars... And I don't wanna find out the hard way. We're going under the radar."

First thing she did? Disable the GPS, or any other tracking mechanisms that could get in the way. Faint sparks trickeled off Kanna's hands as they glided over the many panels and finally seized hold of the steering wheel. The data domination of her Quirk having its way with the car's software. Making it hers and nobody else's. By the time she pressed the start button, she took only a moment to marvel at that sound:

"Fucking wow... So that's what they call purring huh...?", her lips drew into a grin, like a giddy kid who'd recieved a new toy. A thoroughly discouraging look coming from someone who just recently admitted not to have a driving licence, and to have a fractured hand on top of it, "Gotta say, it feels good~"

Of course, merely communicating with the car's software wasn't enough. Merely getting a beast this powerful out of the parking lot caught her off guard, with that oversensitive first gear coupled with an overpowered engined having more than enough force to shake the two back and forth as she accelerated and stopped, startled:

"Whoa there, way too sensitive...", interjected Kanna, all but unable to shake off the surprise of handling a Lambo. To her credit, she'd gradually regain her cool and focus, though words of awe came out far too easily once that purr became a roar, louder as the speedometer rose, "Sugeee..."

Thankfully, the girl had played racing games, and with a car this cyberized, well... Driving it was kinda like playing a game. She eventually got used to how every touch of wheel and pedal made it move, and how she could fool around with the software to make up for her lack of driving skill. Hell, she actually managed to make the ride feel smooth despite her inexperience, enough to eventually ask a very important question:

"You got a safehouse somewhere you won't be found?", she inquired, not really having it in her to glance away from the road, not when she went over the speed limits all too easily. She tried to avoid going excessively fast in places she'd expect to find radars and cameras, avoid drawing too much attention this far away from their destination.

Of course, if she didn't, Kanna would have no choice but taking the girl to her own place, she'd deal with the aftermath, well, in the aftermath.

erhaps in at a different time, different place, one might find a version of themselves absent the adversity the'd gone through. Would the girl beside her still have ended up working all those jobs in that case, especially when some of them involved killing people and eating them to dispose of the corpses? Would she still have been kidnapped and cut to ribbons because somebody thought they had the right to? Unfortunately, you couldn't change the past, or even the circumstances they found themselves in.

Just like Kasey, Kanna's mind was hard at work even with the hand on the wheel... You'd think whether or not that was a good idea, considering, well... Every so often she entered a turn far too fast for comfort, and when that happened Kanna struggled with taking her situation seriously? Why would, she with the road all too herself, and a supercar's electronic systems completely at her command?

Screeeeeeeeech!



As she turned sideways, Kanna pulled the headbrake and drifted in instead, moving past her lane and onto the oncoming one, coming mere inches from letting the rear lick over the sidewalk. As she grabbed the wheel hard with both hands, that pain from the left side got a sharp hiss as she gritted her teeth through it, for the most part commanding it to stay where she needed.

"Always wanted to do that~...", she'd admit as that gamer's eagerness got out of control for once, smirking all too cheerfully even after being shaken around from her own manouver, "I wouldn't call it a soul but... I know what you mean better than you think.", narrowing her eyes, Kanna pressed the pedal to the metal. Ever since getting inside this car, she'd yet had the opportunity to do this. But as that roaring, beastly engine engine grew louder as the counters inched closer to the redline, and Kanna breezed through a fair couple of kilomenters in little over a minute.

They'd have been glued to the seat as she easily went past the 200km/h mark, feeling far more at ease with roads she knew. This particular avenue gave the best possible chance to push a bit further, as most of the lights got stuck in green for a good long while, and she wouldn't find any pesky cameras or police. Nonetheless that straight road wouldn't go on forever, and the blonde eventually had to slow down and turn left, without drifting this time. She'd shaken Kasey around far too much already, and as she explained what she knew of her predicament, she completely captured her attention. If there was something else she loved more than overpriced machines, was information.

"If the men who attacked you belong to your company, then either your boss wants you dead, or someone else is after him. If you're his secretary, either getting you on their side or simply ripping out all the useful information seems like a logical plan.", Kanna stated, matter of factly. The state she found Kasey in pointed to that conclusion as well, increasing the odds of it being the correct answer. Not really knowing Kasey's boss and understanding her value as an employee, she found the latter option far more likely. One the other hand, just like how Yuuei suspected the woman knew more than she should, her boss could just as easily have decided he'd rather dispose of her and bury all the secrets between her ears. Her next words resonated with the blonde more than she'd show. She'd run away from not one but two houses for realizing she either unwelcome, or treated as mere stress relief. She didn't leave without bashing someone's head in, and wondered just how Kasey might have coped with it, "Yeah, family will do that to you...", she all but sighed, shaking her head with knowing cynicism, "'iight, we'll go to my place... You should avoid being seen there though, people get nosy as fuck if they smell gossip."

Of course people will ask questions if they see the school's janitor coming out of a student's house in the morning. Kanna for one didn't really give a fuck, Kasey was far more likely to get in trouble over it. Thus, she'd steer the car closer to home, growing far more at ease with the roads there, but also more careful, knowing she could find more traffic cameras around these parts, and where they were. Advantages of playing the home turf I guess. But then, the woman asked a question she really needn't have, not when she could still catch those playful hints of glee on the teenager's face:

"Hell yeah I do...!", her answer came far more enthusiastically than she showed about most things, feeling the kind of thrill she would after one sidedly dominating several rounds of Counter Assault, "And I'm not even a car nut or anything... But cars like these are so cybernetic, you'd think they're catering to techies or some shit."

The ride would come to an end soon... As Kanna finally slowed down and approached an apartment block, the janitor could tell they were getting close to the destination. Within a quick walking distance from Yuuei, this seemed like the ideal rental home for students who preferred to stay away from the dorms.

ell, that just leaves the other option...", replied Kanna, almost reflexively, trusting Kasey's own knowledge on her own boss to far surpass anything the blonde could ever figure out. She still suspected the man as the janitor perhaps did too, but for the being, she simply accompanied Kasey's train of though, contributing with her most valuable asset: Intelligence. As the kind of person who liked thinking about things, even under this nearly childish state of enjoyment she managed to think clearly, even under pressure. Part of the reason why she was so good at video games really, "Some splinter faction in your company wants to bring him down by any means necessary. A question for you now: Who could so ambitious as to try it, with the necessary influence to actually achieve it?"

Her offer to keep the car didn't so much caught her off guard considering the level of randomness she'd grown to expect from Kasey, yet while that look on her face clearly answered for her how she felt about the idea, Kanna could still see the bigger picture, and promptly interjected:

"Dude, I dont even have a license. If I get caught with something this flashy, it's game over...!", how the fuck was she going to explain where that Lambo came from? Where the money for it came from? It would defenitely draw attention considering she really didn't look the part of supercar owner and had no intention of ever doing so. If anything, authorities could easily screw her over assuming she stole.

Yet also just as importantly, she'd never recieved a gift this pricey. Her desire for independence, never to feel indebted to anyone. She gripped the wheel tightly, tight enough for her damaged hand to make her hiss at the pain. She knew the odds of Kasey holding such a debt against were stupendously low, but when she thought of Kasey, that only presented a different issue. Even though she was driving, Kanna couldn't help those baffled jade eyes darting to her passanger:

"You seriously gonna shafted if I'm caught with it at school. They know I dont have a licence and also know of only one person with rides like that.", as she spoke, the blonde couldn't help but narrow her eyes, wondering if she was actually thinking this through.

She probably wasn't, girl knew a lot of things, but the blonde was pretty sure she seldom bothered thinking too hard on that knowledge. She was all for 'screw the consequences' most of the time, but even then she still weighted them out. When the girl mentioned the phone, she waved her hand dismissively, sighing softly:

"Don't worry about it...", Kanna's eyes turned back to the road, as even that split second could have cost them dearly... She wasn't driving at that outrageous speed anymore, but still... As pragmatic as ever, the blonde didn't really care so long as her f-... Her information was alright, "I'll get you a new one."

Indeed she could, she had about a dozen of those phones; the only reason she'd retrieved the broken one aimed to prevent whoever party came snooping in afterwards didn't find what remained of it and thought of scrounging what data they still could from it. No point revealing her cards this early in the game, right? Especially when even now she wasn't sure who was after Kasey, who had called those goons... Even Kasey, the ally who she came to rescue, still remained mostly a mystery.

"If you know neither the enemy nor yourself, you will succumb in every battle."

Those words all but rung in her mind as she parked the flashy ride on her apartment block, that purring sound finally coming to a halt. After bringing Kasey out and into her home, whoever was after her would inevitably come after Kanna herself. For better or worse, they were in this together now:

"Well... Here we are...", she'd speak up, collecting all the phones and seemingly relevant gadgets she'd brough in and putting them all in the only good place she found. The same cloth bag with all the car's documents. As she stepped out of the car, jade green eyes shifted from Kasey to the apartment block. Not a soul in sight, only the nightly song of cicadas to keep them company, "Come on, lets go before someone spots us."

Yup, people like talking... Might as well not give them a chance to. Kanna would guide the girl up several flights of stairs, and finally enter an apartment on the 7th floor. Immediately, a electric humming noise would greet Kasey, from her the pricy computer system on the living room. With four monitors plugged in tandem and components emitting a dim, red glow, she'd actually see quite well even with the lights out. Near her computer stood a visibly used bong, as well as empty bags of snacks. She also had a comfy, but nice looking couch, and yet no TV. Beyond that, Kanna had very little in way of decoration, and a lot of shit she just didn't bother cleaning.

"Make yourself at home.", she'd say, looking back at the girl while taking off her shoes, nodding at her injuries, "I have bandages for that in the bathroom, but you should probably take a shower to wash off the blood.", but then scratched her neck, as she remembered she too had fooled around in that bloody crime scene, "As do I for that matter."

ventually, Kasey offered an alternative that could satisfy Kanna's budding need for speed, as well as her pride never to recieve something she couldn't pay back for. To hold her car for safekeeping... Yeah, one could almost see this as a favor she was doing the other girl, even if she rationally understood how Kasey honestly couldn't care less, which meant she did it only for the sake of the blonde's pride and nothing else. And hopefully to save herself the trouble of having supplied an underage teen with her driver's licence. After all, the pragmatic hacker cared about cash quite a fair bit, for it made the difference between being her own woman or forever depending on the kindness of others.

"Sure, I guess I can do that, no worries...", she anwered, running her hand over her hair, looking away as uninterested as she possibly could... And failing miserably at that, not that she cared too much quite frankly. After all, the techie cared very little what others actually thought of her, as one might tell from her abrasive attitude and body modded appearance. But the janitor offered a solid plan for once, use this car and its absence to confirm whether or not her beloved boss knew anything about her predicament, "You do that. In the meantime, I'll see about getting my license... Might come in handy in the future. At this rate, I can't drive during daytime without expecting trouble at some point or another."

Kanna almost smiled, visibly appreciating the clearer look on the janitor's face, the way her mind followed a clear train of though the blonde could fully grasp and accompany. For the first time she outwardly expressed suspicion over her plentifully shady boss, and whatever he might be up to that could have resulted in her being kidnapped and cut apart... Whether intentionally or otherwise, Kasey had every right of wanting to put a stop to it, and she could rely on Kanna's aid for that. The blonde was always ready to stick it to the man and abusive companies, and doing so over a friend felt only natural... Tonight or tomorrow, perhaps they'd share some more of what they each know, trading in information to further their respective goals. As she ventured deeper into Kanna's lair, Kasey would inevitably notice a faint, lingering scent of smoke, cleverly disguised by those plug in air fresheners. Before long, a black cat appeared out of the shadows, quietly walking over to the two and sweetly rubbing against the blonde's denim clad leg.

Nyaaa~

"Yeah, that's Xun... Spoiled little kitten, he can be a be a bit of a dick, and i'm pretty sure he's gay...", despite starting with the obvious flaws of her cute looking black cat, Kanna nonetheless expressed her love with a tender, affectionate petting, until the little feline purred and nuzzled her hand, "But he's pretty cute too~..."

As Kasey looked around for the bathroom, Kanna merely nodded and pointed her the right way, scarcely needing directions in a house this small. She'd have to go through the blonde's room to get there, passing by a whole bunch of worn clothing littered around, only a few of which she'd actually bothered tossing into the laundry basket. And instead of actually stuffing the freshly washed clothing into the drawers, she just piled them on top of it. The hacker obviously didn't care though, seriously, she had empty packs of junk food and cans within an arm's reach of her bed, as well as a bong near one side. Mind you, her bed was pretty much just a comfy matress over the floor, it wasn't even anything special to begin with.

After putting a bit more food on Xun's tray, Kanna did her best to be hospitable and tend to her guest. She picked out some pajamas, as well as a set street clothes she could take for tomorrow. She wouldn't really miss them... As she approached the half open door to the bathroom, she couldn't help but linger just enough to hear the girl thinking out loud... At least, until she heard her call out to someone else, someone who bore her own last name; an imaginary friend perhaps? The blonde sighed and tried not too think about it too much, sure, Kasey had some screws loose, but then did she have any right to talk? The girl had gone through far worse than Kanna herself after all:

"Here are some clothes. Underwear was too big for me so I never wore it, don't worry.", she'd tell her, not long after she finished her monologue. Unceremoniously, she'd toss the clothes onto the counter by the sink, letting the janior pick out whatever she preferred, "You can keep em all if you like 'em, it's fine.", at that moment though, she couldn't help but think back to the... Very ravenous fashion in which she disposed of those corpses, enough to scratch her cheek and add another tidbit, "If you wanna brush your teeth, i have some new brushes in the first drawer. Just help yourself."