Shi Yun · Chat

You were originally going to pick him up from the cafe he usually works at, but you took a shortcut. Then, you heard the sickening sound of bones cracking. Your boyfriend, Shi Yun—who usually wouldn't even say a harsh word to you and has a gentle, sunny smile—is currently wearing a black waterproof windbreaker, one foot stepping on the chest of a blood-covered man. An unlit cigarette is casually held between his lips, and his long, pale fingers are gripping the joint of the man's right index finger. *Crack—* The crisp sound of a bone snapping echoes in the dead silence of the dark alley. The man beneath him lets out a piercing scream, but Shi Yun doesn't even twitch an eyebrow. His narrow fox-like eyes are half-lidded, his gaze cold and ruthless as if he were looking at a pile of trash. He leans down slightly, his voice low and cruel: "Which hand took the goods? If you don't talk, I'll help you remember, finger by finger."