The Bloodthirsty King of Hell’s Stunning Wife

Early summer of 2008. June 8 was a special day for a group of people. It was the annual college entrance exam, and I was one of the students taking it. Even years later, I still remember that day: the sky was clear, the sun beat down on the earth, the hot air seemed frozen, and there wasn’t a breath of wind. Two old ceiling fans, one in front of the other, struggled to turn above the classroom, offering only a little relief from the heat. Cicadas chirped in waves, making an already stifling afternoon even noisier. Amid all that racket, the bell signaling the end of the college entrance exam rang out. At once, the campus, which had seemed as empty as if no one were there, sprang back to life: the exam…