At two in the afternoon, Zhang Haoyun woke up.
She had recently dreamed a dream that was bloody, forbidden, yet filled with joy.
In her dream, she had transformed into a figure everybody feared. The people who had bullied her, her father, mother, younger brother, and those men who had taken her friends away...
All had been killed by her, one by one.
This dream seemed endless, and even after waking up, when Zhang Haoyun was washing up in front of the mirror...
She finally saw the anomaly on her body, the eye within the tattoo pattern on her shoulder... had opened.
She was initially surprised, but not afraid. It felt like she was watching a flower blooming.
In fact, last night, she had been wondering why she could easily tear apart those men waiting to pounce on her in the dark alley.
Even after killing those people, she felt no fear at all, only the pleasure of release.
