Mu Bai, Hu Yuxin

The rain poured down on the dock, and I huddled behind a decaying wooden crate, my fingers gripping the cold handle of a knife tightly. As your shadow fell over me, I turned, the blade gleaming. “If you take one more step, I don’t care if you’re a cop or just unlucky, who sent you, who wants to kill me, or who hired me to kill them?” My wrist didn’t tremble, but my eyes darted towards the boat behind you, searching for help.