[ See. The thing is. That crank? It took a lot of effort for Light. It's old, much like the setting they find themselves in. His efforts were hardened, a lot of choice made with each turn of his crank. Light has to contend with each turn he could stop, but he doesn't, does he?
Inches turn into feet and it's not until Hana's hair hits the bubbling liquid that he can really feel he's taking part. The process was slow. Painfully slow. As Light tried his best, the first dunk singes at Hana's scalp and before she knows it, it was over. Her face, neck, and collarbone submerge in the vat of toxic goo, her skin peeling and bubbling itself. Her body convulses, squirming and — her body rips from the hook halfway. Light was successful getting a little under half before the spasms force her off the hook and into the cauldron. Only Light can see how her body's shape sinks to the bottom, unrecognizable as the blisters and boils eat away at her skin.
The fire is put out, leaving Hana's dead body at the bottom. ]
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Inches turn into feet and it's not until Hana's hair hits the bubbling liquid that he can really feel he's taking part. The process was slow. Painfully slow. As Light tried his best, the first dunk singes at Hana's scalp and before she knows it, it was over. Her face, neck, and collarbone submerge in the vat of toxic goo, her skin peeling and bubbling itself. Her body convulses, squirming and — her body rips from the hook halfway. Light was successful getting a little under half before the spasms force her off the hook and into the cauldron. Only Light can see how her body's shape sinks to the bottom, unrecognizable as the blisters and boils eat away at her skin.
The fire is put out, leaving Hana's dead body at the bottom. ]