「One week later. Inside Hundred Corps Pass, at the Twelfth Squad headquarters.」
The Pig's office was pitch-black. A fierce snowstorm raged outside the window. Even with the towering fortress walls standing guard, the blizzard obscured all sight and carried a distinctive howl, like the wailing of ghosts and demons.
On a small single bed lay a deeply sleeping young man. Beside the bed, Gao Lingwei sat in a chair, also fast asleep. Her legs were crossed, her arms were folded across her chest, and her head was bowed.
Except... Gao Lingwei seemed to be having a nightmare. Her expression was grave, and her brow would occasionally furrow. A faint sheen of cold sweat was visible on her forehead...
With a sudden gasp, Gao Lingwei startled awake from her dream, her eyes flying open.
Her breathing was ragged, and she couldn't help but clench and unclench her fists, as if trying to work the stiffness from her palms.
