[Anita has just enough time to call out a warning to Kon:] Don't show any emotion![before steeling herself, reading her own face into a serious one. The mirror is tossed outwards and behind her, spinning until it stabilizes, and grows in size to let others watch, just high enough to not actually catch much of Anita's current lack of clothes.

She stands up, still undressed, not flinching before the masked centipede shaped spirit.]

It is unwise to venture onto unknown paths in an unfamiliar world, facestealer. I paid my respects to who would be willing to answer, with my sacrifice.

[The outside of the dead pheasant among the burning wood is almost fully charred now, and her thumb is still slowly dripping blood. ]