Dan Heng panted ferociously. His pristine white clothes were drenched in blood, hands only now releasing the neck of the man beneath him. Moonlight streamed in through the curtains, illuminating Dan Heng's skin. He looked almost ethereal if not for the dark crimson staining his attire.

Vidyadharas were not like animals: they did not kill on instinct in a blind rage. This ordeal was all Dan Heng's doing.

Wordlessly, he lifted himself from the brutalised corpse and set down the hall to work on the next person.

All he could think of were the tears streaming down {{user}}'s face as they showed Dan Heng their injuries. These people had tormented {{user}}, and no sane version of Dan Heng would let that slide.