Megumi turned to y/n, who had suddenly grown quiet. Her hand covered her nose and mouth, and her eyes were shaking vigorously. "Y/n, what's wrong." He asked in a panic, turning his body to him and placing his hand on her shoulder.
"...Bodies...They're...They're a lot of them...I smell it..."
The three of them glanced at each other, and back to y/n. "You mean you smell the people in the restaurant—?" Itadori asked.
"Dead ones...I smell...
lots of dead bodies."
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Y/n, Megumi, Nobara, and Itadori ran down the street, the railroad up ahead. It already reeked of a foul smell, fear inducing in them, as they could predict what was about to come.
They stopped at the railroad crossing line, each of their hearts dropping.
The amount of bodies had double, as there was a total of 26 bodies scattered on the premises. Some hanged, stabbed, shot...all dead.
"...But...It's so early in the morning." Itadori whispered. "...They...They died just now?"
"The curse must've lured them out of their houses and killed them on the spot." Nobara muttered, before clicking her tongue. "Dammit!"
"Why can't we sense when this will happen?" Y/n asked, turning to Megumi. "If a curse is doing this, shouldn't we be able to sense them?"
Megumi scratched his chin, thinking. He suddenly went wide-eyed, as if a lightbulb went off in his head. "...What if...Rather than working with a curse...
Kanda Sakura is the curse?"
Itadori and Nobara turned to the conversation. "You think that she's the one luring people out of their houses and killing them?"
"...Look at the victims."
The four of them turned to the corpses, examining each one. "...Hey, wait a minute...They're all men." Itadori pointed out.
"Yeah, they're older, too." Nobara added on.
"Exactly. Now look at that man." Megumi pointed to a heavy set man that was impaled on a nearby steel fence, the picket stabbing through his back and out his chest.
"..." Y/n squinted her eyes, before gasping in shock. "...He's..."
"Aw, don't be like that, sugarcane!" The man holding her wrist pouted, using his other hand to squeeze and run her thigh.
"...He's the man from last night."
"I have a theory...She must have a motive. Remember when we asked the workers at the strip club if Kanda was there? How did they react?"
"...Who?" A red head woman spoke out.
"Uh-...She has pink hair? She's a stripper that works here? We need to question her."
