Her silence stretched for a moment, heavy with meaning, before she finally spoke: "Is that so?"
The scream did not stop echoing, even as Shen Ming's smooth words tried to dull its edge. Ling Yu had already begun walking before he could attempt to block her again, her feet carrying her toward the far eastern corner of the station. The old freight shed stood there, half-collapsed, its steel walls bent like the ribs of a carcass. The air smelled of rust and smoke, undercut by the sour stench of fear.
Shen Ming trailed behind her, his smile thin, voice lowered into an imitation of concern.
"Lady Ling… truly, there's no need to involve yourself. It's just one of those weaker mouths I mentioned earlier. Someone who couldn't follow rules. Best to let them serve as an example."
