Fushimi Roku stomped on his hand, pressing the heel on his palm, dangling the dagger above his thumb, and questioned him again, "Where is Tamako?"
"She's not here! She's not here! She's already run away!!" Kujo Hikari wailed, "I-I already told you! Please, don't cut anymore! I beg you... I beg you!"
Fushimi Roku took out his phone from his pocket and called Minamoto Tamako. It still didn't connect, so he swiftly and decisively severed Kujo Hikari's thumb.
"Still lying? You sure have guts!" Fushimi Roku put the knife against Kujo Hikari's neck, "Actually, I don't necessarily have to ask you... If your next answer doesn't satisfy me, your life ends here."
He paused for a moment and repeated, "Where is Tamako?"
Kujo Hikari was in so much pain that he nearly fainted. His face turned pale from blood loss, sweat dripping from his nose, mixing with snot, and his body curled up, looking utterly pathetic.
