It was raining.
Rainwater dripped from the eaves of the porch, tapping a continuous rhythm against the dark timber exterior.
Standing by the metal workbench in his unheated living room, Fei Ming kept his dark eyes fixed on the intruders.
His hair had grown visibly longer over the last few weeks, the black strands now falling past his shoulders in damp clumps.
And the intense physical routine had carved deeper lines into the muscles of his chest and torso.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice flat.
The question was completely ignored by these two female intruders.
Instead of answering, the two girls moved in a sudden, synchronized blur of color.
"Catch him!"
The taller one, dressed in a sleek, high-collar charcoal trench coat with dark slate trousers and silver piercings lining her left ear, dropped her brass compass onto the floorboards. "He's running away, don't let him get away!"
