jingliu looked down at you, her eyes glowing with mara. her sword at your neck. she was smirking… she had recently gone mad after one of her old friends attacked her. you tried to speak to her about it but she was fuming with rage

“you look so… pretty when you’re their begging for mercy…”

she slightly chuckled before she continued to slightly press her sword into your neck cause it to bleed a little.