[center][h3][color=fff79a]Chloe Bridgette Cakebread-Yonaka[/color][/h3][/center] 

Chloe had felt herself dying, her vision beginning to tunnel and blur. Her heart rate had spiked but her pulse was weak. Clammy cold skin. the leather jacket wrapped around her waist had been soaked with blood as it ran down the front and back of her shoulder. Finally, the smile had faded from her face and been replaced with a look of numb confusion. 

Ritz looked down at her fading hands before completely vanishing, the Stand aura around Chloe sputtered to life. The british woman sagged against the tree, her hand falling limply away from the wound. It didn't take long at all for the bright red arterial blood to leave her and her life to truly begin ending. Thin white, almost invisible strands of smoke began to emanate off of her. Fuck, she thought. How embarassing. Bugger. I'm sorry, Mom. I'm sorry, Dad. I just want to make you proud.

Someone called her Yonaka and she glanced lazily over to see Tupolev and his Stand. It was a scuttly little robot. Kind of cute, kind of scary looking. Yonaka glanced down and saw the Stand approach, Tupolev giving her a warning. 

It stuck a needle in her. It had crawled behind her, wedging itself between the tree and her bare back, where it stuck a needle in her torso. [color=fff79a][i]"Whuh...?"[/i][/color] She barely felt it, but she certainly felt what came next. Yonaka's skin began to stretch and maneuver itself. The entire area around her shoulder shortened as the flesh knitted itself back together to stop the bleeding on both ends, prioritizing the exit wound first. It was very briefly a horrific pain, and she certainly would have struggled against it for she had no idea why Tupolev was tortung her so. But instead her eyes rolled up into her head, fluttering shut in the process, and she slumped to the side with a huff, falling unconscious against the tree. The thin white lines stopped emanating and her chest rose and fell slowly with breath. She was alive, stable, but inert.