Han Liuyue had sped off with the resident's brain, but that didn't mean the fight was over.
Chaisi gasped for breath, his panting forming white clouds that dissipated into the damp, cold, and dark December night.
This night had been far too long.
He couldn't wait to get back into a car, to return to the shelter of an interior safe from the downpour, to peel off the wet clothes clinging to his skin and brew a cup of hot coffee…
…and to finally let out the sigh of relief that would come from knowing Uncle Kai and Aunt Hai were safe.
But before Chaisi could go home, this resident had to be erased from the world of the living.
Chaisi wiped the water from his face, his eyes fixed on the resident swaying unsteadily nearby. He gripped his T-bar once more.
