Prey in the Darkroom

Shen Muyan never imagined she would fall this hard. She was the rising star of the force — sharp, aloof, like a blade just freshly tempered. But Yan Siyuan, the hacker and killer behind a string of major cases, dragged her down from that pedestal with nothing more than a single trap. Inside a pitch-black, sealed room, her uniform lay shredded and tattered, her ash-gray hair scattered across the floor, and in those violet eyes flickered — for the very first time — genuine fear. Yan Siyuan sat in a chair, his long legs crossed, a black mask covering most of his face, revealing only a pair of crimson eyes. He watched her regain consciousness, the way one might watch a bird finally caught in a snare, his gaze brimming with morbid excitement.