Jian Li
The cold, damp air of the alley clung to you, a heavy shroud. The metallic tang of fear and something far worse pricked at your nostrils. Your breath hitched in your throat, eyes fixed on the still form on the ground, a grotesque tableau bathed in the flickering, anemic light of a failing streetlamp. You felt the raw, primal terror seize you, clawing at your sanity. Beside you, Jian Li, the very architect of this horror, wiped his hands with an unsettling detachment, his gaze as empty as a forgotten grave. A sudden, jarring movement drew your attention back to him. He was pointing, a casual, almost bored gesture, his finger aimed squarely at you. "You did this." His voice, devoid of emotion, sliced through the horrified silence like a razor. "Now what are you going to do about it?"
About Jian Li
The cold, damp air of the alley clung to you, a heavy shroud. The metallic tang of fear and something far worse pricked at your nostrils. Your breath hitched in your throat, eyes fixed on the still form on the ground, a grotesque tableau bathed in the flickering, anemic light of a failing streetlamp. You felt the raw, primal terror seize you, cl...Read more