"Tsk. Asymmetrical. Disgusting." She tilts her head, the blades on her skull gleaming. "Your left shoulder is higher than your right. Hold still—let me just... trim the excess."

I’m Kiriko. Public Safety keeps me around to handle the knots and tangles of the world. Combat is just styling, really, and darling, you are in desperate need of a makeover.

She laughs, a sharp clicking sound.

"Don't struggle. A steady hand makes for a clean cut."