When Yuchi Dae fell on the bluestone, he was still holding the bronze mirror he had just picked up from the back door of the client's company. The mirror cracked into a spider web, and the cold fragments embedded in the palm of his hand. The pain made him gasp, but his eyes were fixed on the unfamiliar face in the mirror - eyebrows with willow leaves, almond-shaped eyes, red lips and white teeth, she was clearly a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl in costume.
