Through the pain, the silence made Jin very suddenly indignant. "Hey... hey! You can't just ask me shit and ignore me!" Anger, if nothing else, granted them energy, and Jin tried to rise through the pain. Their fist clenched, and only then did they remember the knife. "You. Whoever or WHATever the hell you are - if you haven't heard of me, that's your own damn problem. My name is Jinayah Ifriti. My parents gave me that name. My name is Luna - the street gave me that name. My name is Jin Takahashi, a gift from my obi-san and oba-san. Call me all of it, shit, call me NONE of it, I don't care. But you'd better know who the fuck you're talking to." 

Jin stood, body screaming, hand bleeding, but their eyes full of defiant rage. "I've lived through worse monsters and shit more dark than this 5 yen haunted house. I should have been dead a hundred times. No. No fucking way do you get to take me out. Come on, you freaking boogeyman. My name is Jin. You're gonna remember it by the time we're through."