46 C6H12O6 + 6O2 → 6CO2 + 6H2O + 38 ATP

The metallic smell of blood rose into the tension laced air. My silk dress stuck to my skin as sweat filled my body. My lungs burned as I struggled to control my breathing. Don Claro was as cool as a cucumber as he proceeded to remove his suit jacket. His humming tickled my ears as I felt my body fall into a state of panic. 

No one had to tell me that I'm in a bad situation. To be honest "bad" is an understatement. I am probably in the worst situation possible. Not only am I in risk, but I have managed to drag Haruto into this mess with me. As I stood there with the pistol in my hand a sudden thought filled my head. 

What am I doing? What am I seriously doing?