Patchouli brings out a large surgical kit.

"Yukari said that this was the best she could find given the short notice," she says.

He opens the kit and looks over the tools. There are several sharp implements, including a pair of surgical scissors, two large saws, a few medium-sized knives, and several medical scalpels. There are a few other things inside, such as the materials for a tourniquet and some sterilized bandages, but he won't be needing them.

"This is excellent," he says. He examines each tool carefully.

"Have you decided where to start?" Patchouli asks.

He nods solemnly.

"The soul seems to be the most appropriate for a night like this," he says.

Patchouli opens her tome and flips through its pages. She stops somewhere near the end of the book.

"Isn't that usually saved for last?" she asks.

"That is true," he replies. "However, this night is special."

He turns to Koakuma. She looks back with defiance, but her legs are shaking.

"I want to make tonight's performance memorable." he says.

He takes one of the scalpels from the kit and starts walking toward Koakuma.

"W-what are you going to do?" Koakuma cries out.

"You may not like to hear the details," he says calmly.

He raises his empty hand toward Koakuma. Her body falls limp.

"But I suppose it won't hurt to tell you now."

He makes a gesture with his hand. She loses control of her facial muscles.

"You see, my little devil..."

He walks close to her, inches away from her face. He makes one final gesture. She can no longer blink.

"The eyes are the windows to the soul." he says with a grin.

He raises the scalpel to start the procedure.