You thought you were having a lovely dinner with your secretary ship/waifu Shigure when... wait a second? Isn't Sendai my secretary ship? You look down, the fog lifts and your kancolle vision deteriorates. You see that the curry you thought you were eating is actually a mixture of fuel, ammo, steel.
You spit it out abruptly.
Shigure: "Whats wrong Admiral? Is it not to your liking? Eat up, it's good..."
Panicked, you look around and see the room is actually covered in scratches, fuel stains, and a slight aroma of nitrates from spent ammunition. You look across the table and you can see there is a dark depth to Shigure's eyes despite her soft smile. Blank, but somehow a feeling of barely restrained rage like string holding a rabid dog to a tree. Resisting may not be wise. You gingerly take a spoonful of night battle scented resources, slowly raising it to your mouth. Shigure, apparently approving, tilts her head to drink some fuel. At this moment you take advantage of your feint, and run to the door dropping your spoon and knocking over your chair as you scramble to safety out of this hell. You exit the door and slam it behind you but you then realized you made a foolish mistake. It was not a door to an exit, but to a closet. You hear soft footsteps on the other side of the door.
"I'm disappointed in you"
The door slowly opens to a beaming Shigure... now with a well worn knife in hand.
"The admiral has to eat. He has got to have his supper..."
She pulls out a familiar but fuel stained scarf and unwraps it revealing a steel ingot. Freshly cast.
"Come on dear. Let's do this. Come on."
Your back is to the wall, you decide you must fight back. You strike her face and command her to come to her senses. Her head recoils and remains facing away from you. The ingot lands with a loud thud, but your heart drops harder when you notice a grin at the corner of her face. You hear her mutter under her breath before sighing. She picks up the ingot and looks at it, still facing away from you.
"This was supposed to be a very special dinner..."
She suddenly whirls around and thrusts the knife in your throat. Pausing before pulling it out perpendicular to the wound's entrance. You feel a burning and stinging in your throat like drinking hot soup. You drop to your knees holding your throat. Shigure grabs your hair and holds your head up, ingot in hand pointed at your throat.
"Come here dear."
The last thing you see is the ingot thrust toward your throat. The last thing you feel is the urge to scream. The only thing you hear is wet gurgles and a sweet voice:
