[It's close to midnight when Kirigiri's explorations eventually bring her to the kitchen; it's not that she's hungry, precisely, because she hasn't been for most of the day, but rather the sort of conscious knowledge that she ought to eat something regardless of whether she's experiencing hunger or not, because if she waits until hunger catches up with her before she even starts looking to begin with, that's just asking for trouble.
Unfortunately, the eerie atmosphere of the Kitchen takes its toll on her, too, and as she stands there opening cabinets and drawers to take stock of what might be there, she can feel her stomach beginning to growl. Of course she doesn't think anything of it at first; again, it's only natural that it catch up with her eventually. Presumably by now, it simply has.
But it makes her a little more careless than she might otherwise be, because she's fixating on her search and not on her surroundings, and that's why she misses the approach of the monster until it's already managed to block the door. She hears it before she sees it: the clang of iron against stone, the rhythmic thumping of something that her memory and instinct automatically translates as a crusher...
She turns, but she's pinned between the cabinets and the approach of the thing, and she's only got a few seconds left to be clever before it's ultimately upon her.]
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Unfortunately, the eerie atmosphere of the Kitchen takes its toll on her, too, and as she stands there opening cabinets and drawers to take stock of what might be there, she can feel her stomach beginning to growl. Of course she doesn't think anything of it at first; again, it's only natural that it catch up with her eventually. Presumably by now, it simply has.
But it makes her a little more careless than she might otherwise be, because she's fixating on her search and not on her surroundings, and that's why she misses the approach of the monster until it's already managed to block the door. She hears it before she sees it: the clang of iron against stone, the rhythmic thumping of something that her memory and instinct automatically translates as a crusher...
She turns, but she's pinned between the cabinets and the approach of the thing, and she's only got a few seconds left to be clever before it's ultimately upon her.]