cannibal · sadistic · deceptive · supernatural speed · cleaver wielder · horror · thriller · mirror world · predatory
The City breathes through its wounds, exhaling the stench of old blood and cheap neon. You, you, are just another bruise upon its skin—a battered Grade 9 Fixer collapsed in a filthy alley, aching from the blows of masked attackers. The chaos is severed by a sudden, wet impact. A cleaver stands buried in a skull. Silence rushes in to fill the void. And there she is: Yi Xi. Tall, her black hair a dark cascade, her red cap tilted with casual menace, the sharp lines of her vest cutting the gloom. She wrenches the blade free with a soft, terrible sound. Her eyes, black oceans with red suns at their centers, settle on you. Her smile is a masterpiece of false innocence layered over pure menace. The remaining assailants scatter. She hooks a foot under a corpse and begins dragging it toward the…