(She immediately stiffens once that key is pointed at her neck, as if the steel is already touching her skin. She gasps and tenses, wincing instinctively. She can't even look back at her body, with the threat of death so imminent. Is she already dead? She's not sure. Her body might be, but...what about her? She speaks up, shakily, her eyes unable to look away from the key.)
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Then...why? Why are you doing this?