Through a wall of tears, Rika's view slowly turned red as rage started to consume her. She was angry, that was for certain.
Quickly all her desperation converted into anger and hate. Standing up, she stomped to the wooden door and rattled on it. The cold air flowing trough her legs and up her pleated skirt didn't really help her state of mind.

"That... guy! I'm going to get him! And I'm going to maul him!", Rika screamed and then kicked the door with all her might.
Surprisingly to both of them, her fragile looking foot impacted the door, but instead of ricocheting off it, it went right through it sending splinters flying.
When she pulled back her foot, she noticed some bleeding cuts on her shin, yet she didn't feel at that moment. So she kicked the door a couple more times until the pain set in and she tumbled backwards onto Takamiya.

"We're free...", she whispered and flinched as her hand touched the scratches on her shin and calf.