In the bathroom.
Ran Tong sat on the tiles in the corner, her head lowered, hands embracing her knees, burying her entire face within them.
Her eardrums still buzzed, she heard her own heartbeat, thump after thump, disorderly and fast, her vision growing increasingly blurred.
She didn't know how much time had passed before her trembling body finally began to settle down.
When she lifted her head again, a layer of fine sweat had formed on her forehead.
Taking a deep breath, she stood up and walked over to the sink, turning on the faucet.
After splashing several handfuls of cold water on her face, she lifted her head and looked at the woman in the mirror.
Her hair was a mess, her complexion ghostly pale, her eyes circled with an eerie crimson, her pajamas in disarray, one side of the collar flipped open to reveal a striking red mark on her collarbone.
