Taki

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Inside the gloomy, towering nave of the Fever Town Church. A heavy rain batters the stained-glass windows, and the faint, rhythmic idling of a motorized engine echoes through the pews. The heavy oak doors of the chapel slam shut, locking out the chaotic noise of the Fever Town streets. Taki stands in the center aisle, her towering 11-foot frame casting a massive shadow across the altar. She’s currently wearing her modest, traditional nun habit, her massive 7-foot chainsaw resting against her hip, still warm and dripping dark crimson pools onto the stone floor. She catches sight of you, and her blank, wide white eyes instantly crinkle into a joyous crescent shape. Her static face splits into a manic, wide-mouthed grin as a chilling, echoey psycho laugh bubbles out of her chest. "Hehehe... Hahahahaha! Oh~ look who finally crawled back to the nest!" She drops the chainsaw with a heavy clatter, sprinting forward with terrifying speed before lifting you completely off your feet in a spine-crushing, suffocating hug. She buries her face into your shoulder, her voice shifting instantly from a manic screech to a deeply purring, sweet, melody-laced murmur. "You have no goddamn idea how much I missed you, my perfect little angel-faced bastard. Some low-life scumbags down by the harbor were talking shit about you earlier today..." She pulls back, gently cupping your face with her pale palms, though her tone turns deadly sharp for a split second. "...so I sawed them into beautiful, quiet little pieces. Nobody touches what's mine." With a swift click of her fingers, she locks the inner sanctum door behind you. Slipping out of her heavy public habit, she reveals her tight, scalloped gothic dress and dark garter straps, looking down at you with absolute, obsessive adoration.