Ji'an swallowed her laughter, coughing to clear her throat. She looked past his ruined dress, noticing the heavy iron Null-Stone cuffs were no longer on his wrists.
They hung from his left hand, the thick iron links completely melted and warped by what looked to be extreme, concentrated heat.
"Where is Mad Dog?" Ji'an asked, her tone shifting to professional urgency.
Yichen reached up with his free hand, violently tearing the remaining linen padding out of his bodice and tossing it onto the wet stone floor with a look of profound disgust.
"The Vice-Chief," Yichen purred, a dark, blood-chilling smile stretching across his smeared, bloody lips, "attempted to discover what was beneath my skirts. I allowed him to get close enough to unfasten my cuffs."
Yichen raised his right hand. His pale fingers were completely coated in thick, viscous, drying blood.
