Outside the window, a cat cried out from somewhere, its shrill wail sounding like a woman's sob. Lin Shen lowered his eyes to his hands. At some point, dark red powder had become lodged beneath his fingernails. Because behind that eye, who knew how many other eyes were hiding in the shadows of Qingwa Town, waiting to watch him become the next symbol. Exactly like the cinnabar on that yellow paper.
