>"Used... to...? If I may ask.... what happened?"
>Nitori became gloomy as she thought about the specific details of that incident.
>"It was a year ago. We were in the National Bank, registering an account for depositing our lifesavings...
>But then, six women entered the Bank, each of them carrying semi-automatic rifles. Shot and killed all the security guards before holding everyone else hostage...
>The gunwomen demanded to have all of the bank's money and the valuable belongings of everyone present...
>But nobody responded. So one of them - presumably their boss - pointed her gun at a little girl, threatening to blow her head off if nobody complies...
>As the bank teller were ready to give up the money, and the patrons their valuables, to save the innocent little girl...that's when my friend stepped up...
>She put herself between the little girl and the gunwomen's boss, daring the latter to pick on someone their own size...
>The gunwomen's boss didn't take it kindly, so she..."
>Nitori paused a bit, and started sniffling. Looks like this is the most tragic part of the story...
>"She knocked my friend down on the floor, then punched her in the throat with enough force as to shatter the marble floor tile under her..."
>That's when you noticed tears coming out of her eyes...