On a soft bed, a young woman lay unconscious, her head and eyebrows shaved bald.
Four large, twisted, crimson characters had been maliciously written on her shiny scalp and her chubby cheeks, making her look both pathetic and comical.
The accompanying police officer was breaking out in a cold sweat. He bowed slightly, cautiously looking up at the man before him, who had hair like fire and a face of demonic, world-toppling beauty.
The man's eyes were dark and turbulent, like a volcano on the verge of eruption.
"Admiral Feng, when we found Miss Feng, she was, uh, already like this..."
"And it's not that we ignored the writing on Miss Feng's face. The ink is strange. We've tried everything, but nothing can remove it."
Unable to read the man's thoughts, the officer's heart pounded with anxiety as he whispered an explanation to absolve himself of blame.
"I know."
