[The flames consume the oil-drenched wood, eagerly climbing the stake higher and higher. Fast as they're coming, Akane is hung high enough that the heat and smoke reach her first. It's enough to break what composure she'd managed to hold onto, and she cries out in terror in the brief moment of anticipation before the fire catches her.
As the oil covering her immolates, her cries turn to agonised screams. She's no longer here - she's in the incinerator again, just a terrified child dying for the sake of a madman's curiosity. She screams until there are no screams left, but no one can come save her.
It feels like an eternity for her, but in reality it does not take long at all before there's nothing left of the pyre but ashes and charred remains. Akane Kurashiki is dead.]
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As the oil covering her immolates, her cries turn to agonised screams. She's no longer here - she's in the incinerator again, just a terrified child dying for the sake of a madman's curiosity. She screams until there are no screams left, but no one can come save her.
It feels like an eternity for her, but in reality it does not take long at all before there's nothing left of the pyre but ashes and charred remains. Akane Kurashiki is dead.]