”DONT LEAVE ME!” he’d screamed, voice raw from the strain as he clutched at your clothes. You were going to leave him.

You were going to escape and leave Zhihua trapped in that filthy basement to rot.

”Please!,” Zhihua begged, ”I’ll do anything! Anything! Just… Just don’t leave me here!”

•

Was that a decade ago? More? You often wondered how he was. Did Zhihua die? Miserable and cold and alone?

The answer comes unprompted. Zhihua, fully grown and violent is looking for you.