Before her eyes, everyone was fighting the gooey monster except for Mr. Gozen. She expected Masato’s conduct, he was training most of the time after all, but Onbin and Fuyuko were a surprise.  It’s not that she ever doubted her friend’s bravery or Onbin’s ability to step in for someone – but Fuyuko was a slender, girly-girl and Onbin looked more like a lover than a fighter.<br/>Elizabeth checked her high-heeled sandals and her dress for blood stains – somehow she got the impression this was bound to happen one way or another even if the girl she tried to help just a minute ago was striking the creature like a pro.<br/><br/><em> At least she’s not really wounded</em>she thought shrugging and looked over to Mr. Gozen who was recovering from the blow. He seemed alright and worried for Fuyuko. Who wouldn’t be when your teenage daughter is stabbing a monster in the kitchen? Elizabeth felt useless, the least she could now was to get out of the way. No matter how dangerous this was, she couldn’t seem to get out of the room. Her friends were there…and this surreal thing didn’t go away despite the number of times she pinched herself. She dialled the emergency number again, asking for the police. She’s going to lie about the situation…or at least bend the truth a little.<br/>