Shiro and Shiro

"Hm… I suppose you can't speak in that body." The older Shiro narrowed her eyes and flexed her fingers.

Suddenly, a nanotech collar appeared around Shiro's neck.

"Don't speak just yet, we're going to my room." Once she returned to her room, the older Shiro locked the door and set up a few formations.

"Speak." She demanded with a frown.

"Ah ah ah~ Oh damn this really does work." Shiro raised her eyebrow before turning to her older self.

"Before you kill me or do anything that may torture my soul, let me just say that I barely have a clue on what the f*ck is happening as well."

"Then do you know where my daughter is?" The older Shiro asked as swords appeared around her.