The illusion before her shattered into motes of light and dissipated from her fingertips.
The room's lighting was intelligently controlled to a dim glow, leaving the surroundings somewhat dark. The window outside wasn't fully closed, and the curtains flapped in the breeze.
An Jin staggered back two steps and collapsed onto the sofa again.
The massive, plush sofa nearly swallowed her whole. She lowered her head, her dark hair falling beside her ears. Her pale, thin face looked haggard.
—This was from this morning's news.
'The person in the video... he looked so much like Mi Yin. The same dark hair and red eyes, even the same black-and-red snake tail. But that man looked more weathered, more mature, and his deathly still, deep-red eyes were nowhere near as vibrant or devilish as Mi Yin's.'
'Is it really him?'
'Or maybe... it's just a coincidence. Maybe a lab just happened to create a Beastman that resembled him.'
