Cold, concrete bricks scratched against Liu's nails as he tried to straighten himself. He could taste the blood and the sweat that trickled off his forehead, pooling up on his bottom lip.

No tears were to be found, he had either cried enough to empty his ducts, or he had no fear. Confidence and arrogance are interchangeable, but for Liu, the line is clear, and it's a line nobody should ever cross.

He never said a word, as if his voice was too good for you to hear. His sharp green color dulled pupils strained over your way.