Yuan Shun's chest heaved, sweating profusely.
His head thrashed side to side; his brows creased tightly into furrowed lines.
Through his tightly pressed lids, in his dreams, he could make out a person, a flash of red—a masked woman. She was glory and death, fire and blood, flesh and smoke. Her lethal frame enveloped his sight; smoke then filled his lungs, static pierced his ears, and the world titled black.
Yuan Shun opened his eyes.
He ran a palm down his face, trying to block out the remnants of memory that followed him for months.
He didn't want to remember the rest of it.
Stirring out of bed, he washed up before he went down the stairs, towards his home gym. Yuan Shun stretched and warmed up before he began to lift weights, trying to clear his head.
