"Oh, for fuck's sake! Fine, I'll help you with the knife too." Clearly at the end of his patience, there was the familiar sound of the duct tape again. Xue Yang pulled some off and used it to fix the knife in the man's hand. Then, at long last, he basically forced him forward. "He's right in front of you. Just go for it!"

And he rushed Meng Yao, until there was an impact. Until there was the familiar sound of someone getting stabbed, the smell of fresh blood filling the room. Warm liquid spilled between Meng Yao and the man.

One of them had been stabbed. Only it was the man, not Meng Yao.

"Oops," Xue Yang said, with a smile. He let go of the dying man, taking a step back and looking at Meng Yao. "Aw, xiao Yao. So melodramatic. You just killed your first person, you should be happy."