As Hei Long casually made his way back up the path toward his residence, thinking about how easy the world was when you weren't saddled with a protagonist's fate, he suddenly felt the familiar tingle of danger.
Not killing intent.
Something worse.
Obsession.
"There you are!"
A blur of red appeared before him, nearly giving him whiplash.
Sheng Moxian latched onto his arm like a hungry spirit latching onto incense. Her eyes gleamed with an unsettling glint, equal parts love and unhinged zeal.
Hei Long tilted his head. "Moxian… what did you do now?"
She grinned, her face far too close. "I made you a cult!"
"…I'm sorry?"
"A cult!" she chirped, tugging on his arm. "A sacred, divine, all-female, Hei-Long-worshipping cult!"
Hei Long blinked.
"…Why?"
"You said," she quoted, raising her finger, "'I need more loyal people who won't hesitate to do what I ask.' So I started recruiting! All women, of course! They're obsessed with you already, I just gave them a purpose!"
