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[KIYOMI]
Kiyomi Kimura locked herself up to avoid being an inconvenience.
Yet it suddenly seemed like the guestroom was not big enough to accommodate her.
She had trashed the room so much that it was almost impossible to move a step before falling face-first into nails and wooden pieces, not to mention the bitten metal. The bed and the cushions were unrecognizable.
Where a bed once was, was now a rubble that couldn't be sifted through enough to make something, or even anything. The pillows were torn through, and the quills in the cases were flying all over.
The mattress was ripped into tinier foam pieces; you would think Kiyomi was trying to make rain from the quills and the foam packers. This was not how she had thought her heat would be, and for a moment, she wondered for herself what this meant.
For all her life, Kiyomi had had her heats like every other simple Lycan.
