The year Shen Jiuyuan picked me up, I was like a stray dog.
For ten years, I took bullets for him, rooted out traitors for him, and knelt to lick the blood from his shoes.
Everyone said I was Master Shen’s most loyal dog.
Until that night, when he gripped my chin and asked, “What reward do you want?”
I kissed his bloodstained fingertips. “I want you.”
He gave a low laugh and pressed a gun into my hand. “Then kill the person behind you for me.”
I took the gun and turned around, and the mirror reflected my pale face.