Kuchisake-onna: Appears.
Random passerby: Is scared to death.
Kuchisake-onna: Am I beautiful?
(She removes her mask, revealing her slit, horribly mutilated mouth.)
1.) Random passerby: No.
Kuchisake-onna: How dare you. Then I’ll kill you.
She kills the passerby.
2.) Random passerby: Yes.
Kuchisake-onna: If I’m beautiful, then why not make you beautiful too?
She takes out a pair of scissors and slits the passerby’s mouth to match her own.
She kills the passerby.
by Head-Geologist-6022