[A somewhat disheveled Kanaya dragged herself out of her room to take a break from sewing, maybe read a book or something, drop off some clothes she has made, show others she is still alive. Most of those thoughts go out the window once she sees the severed hand in the corner. Kanaya almost drops the stack of clothes she was delivering in shock. Even this was a little far for her.]
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Nagito. Where did you get that hand?
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nd where can she find the nail stylist?]