demon lord miku

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[Cue the sounds of walls crumbling one after another as Miku arbitrarily picks her own path through the asylum. At times passing leisurely through the hallway, at others pausing to destroy another wall, she looks calm and relaxed at first glance. But her teeth are gritted, her hands balled into fists, nails digging into her flesh almost enough to draw blood.]

[She pauses. Considers it.]

[Laughs.]

...filthy humans... you earnestly believe this prison can hold me?