Junsu swipes the plastic toothbrush hanging from the sink mirror. His grip tightens on the bristly end. His arm rises to align with his feminine shoulders. And, with absolute, raw strength, he stabs his attacker... somewhere in the neck. Short jabs, in and out, puncturing the soft tissue... multiple times at a perfectly horizontal angle.

Who needs something sharp when you have Junsu's strong and swift hands? Hell... he could have probably jabbed the person with his thumb if it was not for the tiny voice, in the back of his head, urging him to be creative. Yes, the tiny, little voice belonging to his 268th persona, Mini Minzy.

Toothbrush. Weapon-ized.

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