Mixed with the smell of gunpowder was the smell of cooked flesh. Funf squatted and removed the mask of the dead Neun. Her face was tensed in a look of extreme pain. It was little Neun, who had been the youngest of the girls operating under master. Funf had always covered for her and encouraged the scared Neun. To Funf, she was something like a sister. Somewhere along the way, the two of them had grown close and exerted a healing effect on eachother. Funf tightly grasped the hand of Neun, which hung as though it had been set there. She would kill him, she would surely kill Zwei. She would tear out his bowels and kill him. But where was he? Returning to her senses, Funf soon noticed that the door to the women's toilet had been opened at some point. The third girl who had died instantly was still clutching the second girl's hand.