NORTH

"Zhou Mi!" A gruff voice barked from behind the black curtain hanging like a funeral veil over the doorway.

With a start, Zhou Mi tried to swallow quickly but ended up choking. He put an arm covered in black leather to his mouth, coughing, and in this unseemly fashion walked into the room behind the curtain. He found himself in near darkness, the only light coming from the one lightbulb that hung precariously from the ceiling above the head of a man seated behind a large mahogany desk. This omminous figure, although short and squat in size, had the face of a person who'd been to hell and back. Two crude scars stretched from the corner of his left eye down to the tip of his ear.

A frightening smile slowly spread across his face as he examined the young man before him with a piercing gaze. Zhou Mi was, by all standards, incredibly handsome. Tall and lean with a chiseled jawline, he had features fit for a model. At the moment Zhou Mi was rubbing the thumb of his right hand up and down the back of his left hand, as was typical of him during moments of anxiety.

"Sit." The older man gestured vaguely to one of the several seats placed beside what Zhou Mi assumed was a wall.

"You needed me, sir?" Zhou Mi asked while trying to control the nerves threatening to make an appearance in his voice.

"No need to be nervous." The man smiled again. "I'm not going to hurt you...this time."

Zhou Mi shifted uncomfortably in his seat, crossing his legs. "So what is it you wanted me to do, sir?"

"I suppose a smart young lad like should have figured it out by now.”

~Hi Everyone! Long time no see. It's been a while since I've been active on AFF, but I recently had a dream that I thought was worthwile putting down on paper, so here it is. If you've been following my other story, Blurred Lines, I will be updating that as soon as I find inspiration... Anyways please subscribe and give this story an upvote if you'd like me to continue writing!