[color=orangered][h3]Natsumi Fujikawa[/h3][/color]
Natsumi felt her stomach clench at the sight of the bloody mess. She had worked for the DDF long enough that this wasn’t her first time witnessing the casualties of an incursion, but not so long that it didn’t make her profoundly uneasy. Admittedly, she hoped that she would never reach that point. In addition to her own visceral response, she felt Suzaku bristling with animalistic fury inside her soul. The flames on her head burned hotter and brighter along with a rising sense of righteous anger, but she breathed deeply and pushed it down. She couldn’t afford to let loose, not in general and definitely not here. Not with all the flammable furniture, and her flammable teammates, and the potential of flammable victims still hiding inside the mall. That was what she had done when first faced with a demon, after all.

[color=orangered]“I’ll take the rear guard,”[/color] she called in a semi-hushed tone as she hurried after the others, into the store. [color=orangered]“Be on the lookout for any stray people. They could be hiding.”[/color]