Miyoko Murakami
( Deep within the SRDI }
The sound of dripping water echoed throughout the hollow room, the only source of sound in the room. A lone shinigami was strapped down on a table, his eyes suddenly bursting open as he looked around and tried to escape. He began to panic, hyperventilating as he shook his body violently"HEEEELLLP, SOMEBODY HELP!!!!" Suddenly, the sound of a knife being sharpened came to his left. He quickly looked, his eyes meeting 6 large spider legs sprouting from the back of a women with silk like hair. "H-hey, let me go...I said LET ME GO!!" He yelled at her yet she remained the same, sharpening her blade
"You demand to let you go yet you haven't asked why you were here" She said, a cold tone in her voice that terrified the confined shinigami
"Perhaps that shows you're already guilty" He gulped, trying to shake his head "G-guilty of what? I don't know what you're talking about!! I said let me go bitch!!" Miyoko turned, her eyes giving off a glow in the dim room. She calmly walked up the him, the man's fear growing with each step. She softly placed the blade on his forehead, sliding it across and leaving a trail of blood. The man cringed in pain, his breathing pattern increasing.
"Shiro Manami, 17th Seat of Squad 10 correct?" The man's voice was shaky as he answered "Y-yes but what does it matter to you?"
"You prey on those who are weaker than you and always avoid interactions with your higher ups. Chances are, no one has noticed your murders. The blood of several women and children on your hands, brutally beaten by you. To most, it would seem like random acts of violence all performed by different people. But to the trained eye, they could notice that these beatings were actually quite skillful. Something no ordinary Rukon member can perform...only a Shinigami" She walked away, placing the knife down on a small table and picking up a bone saw. The man began to panic more, shaking his body and yelling some more. But all attempts were futile. "Why does it matter if I killed them! Those children were scum, the trash of the Soul Society! Who cares if they die! And those women got in my way!"
Miyoko appeared in front of him, the bone saw pressed against his neck
"Those children are trash? I was once one of those children" "W-wai-" He was cut off, Miyoko pulling the saw and slashing through his neck. Instead, he only made desperate attempts of talking as the sound of blood pouring out his neck filled the room. Miyoko looked down, her cold eyes staring at the man's terrified eyes. That was the moment she was waiting for, the moment the man began to express emotions as he died. It wasn't long before the man's emotions faded along with his life. Miyoko sighed, looking up at the clock and calculating how much time she had left. Just enough. She began to saw through his skin and bone, cutting off the head and each limb of her victim before putting them into bins. They would be useful for a later one, even though the man was evil his body parts could atleast be put to use.
Miyoko exited the room, wearing her normal outfit and unique haori. Her haori is always folded over, the Squad 12 insignia on the inside and outside of the clothing. It contained a whole within it as well for her appendages but instead she would usually just wrap it around her waist like a sweater.
"Kazu should be coming back soon and hopefully with good news"