Rainy Night Cage: He Measured Her Despair with a …

The man who battered down the door that rainy night shoved the chain into my hand and left. I looked down at the huddled figure on the ground; she was soaking wet, her silver hair plastered to festering wounds, like an abandoned doll. A Li doesn’t cry or beg for mercy; she just looks at me with those amber eyes, waiting for the next command. I had intended to heal her and then throw her out, but when she grabbed the hem of my white coat with her icy fingers, I suddenly changed my mind.