My name is Li Ping’an. My girlfriend, Lu Yao, made a new “bestie” named Nana. They shared everything and were so close I was jealous. A year after they met, Nana enthusiastically invited Lu Yao to Thailand for the Songkran water festival.
I was firmly against it, but Lu Yao just told me, “If you won’t let me go, we’re breaking up.”
I was backed into a corner and could only give in, but I insisted on going with her.
Sure enough, on our first night in Thailand, we’d just fallen fast asleep in our hotel when a hidden door silently slid open in the wall. Five or six burly men carrying knives filed out, their cold blades pressed to our throats.
Blindfolded, we were taken to a compound in Myanmar. Just when all hope seemed lost, a chilling mechanical voice burst into my mind
“Assassination System activated. Host, choose your target.”
