"What, did you really think I'd let him fall completely into the trap?"
Chaisi squatted on the floor by the door, like a giant spider forced to curl up its long legs.
The back alley was still lit by the same single motion-sensor light, but he felt his senses sharpening, the corners of his vision starting to glow faintly.
...'This feels good.'
It was as if fate had suddenly decided to be considerate, to yield and let him have his way for once.
The more Chaisi looked at the scene before him, the more absurd he found it. He was even interrupted by his own laughter a few times as he spoke, "…After all the trouble of you delivering someone to me, how could I let it go to waste?"
If anyone saw him now, they'd most likely think Chaisi was murdering and dismembering someone.
One knee on the ground, he leaned forward slightly, his arms stretched out—but he didn't dare extend them fully into the night outside the door.
