I am a personal masseuse who specializes in providing high-end services to decent people.
Wearing sunglasses and pretending to be blind, you can see the dirt under their suits.
Until that day, the employer was disemboweled in the bathroom.
The murderer stood in a pool of blood, licking the tip of the knife and chuckled: "Blind man?"
He rubbed the old gunshot scar on my lower back with his fingertips: "Pretend to look the same."
When the blade of the knife opened the buttons of my clothes, I felt the same bullet marks on his abdomen.
During the drug bust three years ago, his hand that had fired the gun was squeezing my throat.
And the body parts floating in the bathtub... Are the prey I want to kill today.
Intent: When the law fails, technology becomes a surveillance tool, and language is full of lies, human beings can only use scars as words and bones as paper to convey the only remaining bloody truth in pain.