"The fuck kind of world is this?" Chika muttered, eyes narrowed. "Little kids as bodyguards, jumping to kill someone who talks to you rudely? Cutting dead people up and using them as slaves... fuck, I'm glad I live in Tokyo, that's for sure."

The whole place was starting to creep him out. He wanted more than anything to check on one of the 'Servo-Corpses', make sure it didn't have a soul, and get the hell out of there again. At this point he really hoped that Elloran was right and they didn't have souls, because then he wouldn't have to stick around and do something about them.

They'd agreed not to switch their hands before leaving, in case violence only erupted later. They hadn't wanted to be screwed over if they'd already had their hands switched for an hour. Now Chika was starting to wish he had an easy way to defend himself, if little kids with guns were going to be jumping to kill him.

Though he honestly wasn't sure he could kill someone living. Especially a little kid.