The inorganic coldness and the cramped interior light were still things that stood in the way for her, and both were just things that she would cut down equally.

"vorpal　bunny."
That's what she was called as she ran through the glass and steel covered "pouch".

Her ears catch the lamentations of her countrymen, and her hands grasp the only resistance she has.
It was enough to break through the confining gas chamber.

無機質な冷たさも、室内光の窮屈さも、彼女にとっては立ちはだかる物に変わりなく、また、どちらも等しく切り捨てていく物に過ぎなかった。

”首切りウサギ”
そう呼ばれる彼女は、ガラスと鉄筋で覆われた”パウチ”の中を疾駆していく。

その耳は同胞の慟哭を捉え、その手はただ1つの”抵抗”を握りしめる。
閉塞的なガス室を断ち穿つには、それだけで十分だった。

Sealed Pouch