Run it.

Time was short. She can deal with it later. If it was a shock collar, then she can endure it until she finds a reflection to use the Mystic Eyes of **** on in order to remove it. She just had to get rid of it. Getting ready, she stepped back, before booking it into a sprint, running for the front doors, ignoring the ever growing beeping of the collar as she came close to the door. Her hands reached out for the handle, only a few inches away from touching it.

She never heard it. Her fingers touching the door, but not feeling the cold metal of the handle. Red was painted across the door, walls and windows, as Shiki's body fell to the ground, twitching for just a moment before stiffly freezing up. Fragments of her collar lay strewn about, as a faint smoke lingered around before fading away.