Chapter Four: Who Was Missing When the Applause Ended

“Your clan came to collect?” He pulled out the needle. Black rain streamed from the wound. “They came to remind me your formal entrance is spent. Now only someone inside can invite you.” A washer turned by itself. Shen Yan wrote in its misted glass: DO NOT TRUST GU CHENZHOU'S LIST OF SEVEN. Then: FIND MY FATHER'S CHOREOGRAPHY BOOK. YONGYAO THEATER. LOCKER B17. Before the last letter faded, a pearl-gloved hand covered his. The White Lady spoke from every machine. “For your next dance, bring the person you can least bear to forget.”