The midnight wind, carrying the stench of decay, swept through the alleys. Feng Yuhuai stood before the door of the underground clinic, the neon light from the shampoo house across the street casting colorful reflections in her eye socket where an eyeball used to be.
Memories from over a month ago surged like a tide:
How she limped into the clinic, how she fearfully descended into the basement, and how on that blood-stained operating table... she was reborn!
"Like a different lifetime, hehe!" Feng Yuhuai's lips curled into a sinister, slightly manic smile.
She looked at the tightly shut rolling door in front of her and gently smoothed her hair.
At the same time, a strand of red thread seeped from her fingertip, slithering into the gap of the rolling door like a living thing. Her finger gave a gentle tug—
"Clatter!"
The entire rolling door was violently lifted, revealing the murky glass door behind it.
