Vanitas stared down at her trembling hands, horror flickering in her eyes as if she herself couldn't believe what she had just done.
Meanwhile, Kafka, still shaken, staggered back a step, his mind spinning.
'What the hell just happened?'
His heart pounded so hard he almost thought it would burst out of his chest. For a moment, he wondered if this wasn't even real, if it was just some twisted dream, some fantasy his mind had conjured up.
He turned sharply, eyes landing on Evangeline, who was frozen in place with a grave look. "Evangeline!" He blurted, startling her. "Slap me. Right now!"
She blinked in shock. "What?"
"Don't ask, just do it!" Kafka snapped, his voice trembling with urgency. "Slap me across the face. I need to know if this is real or not."
Her mouth parted, caught completely off guard by his demand. "Kafka, are you—"
"Do it!" His voice cracked, eyes desperate. "Don't hesitate. Just slap me!"
