Frenda and Saten find themselves under fire from an unknown assailant, and duck into a department store to find cover. When none of Frenda's usual tricks seems to work against their pursuer, she has no choice but to resort to drastic measures.
Huh? Blood? Wh-What just--
—دماء؟ ما-ما الّذي
Hä? Blut?
¿Sangre? ¿Qué…? ¿Eh?
¿Sangre? ¿Qué…? ¿Eh?
Sangue?