Chapter Three: Fate's First Account

If he climbed through the ventilation window, Zhou would take the blade for her and cover his hands in blood—the exact scene Xu Zhi had witnessed through the ring. The relic had not lied. It had merely concealed whose blood it was. “Is the police call recording?” Shen Yan asked. Xu Zhi nodded. He chose neither future. Taking the emergency axe, he broke through the thin wall from room eight. The noise made the attacker turn. Zhou tackled him. The knife sliced Wanqing's ring finger without severing it. Blood fell over her gown. She collapsed before the mirror. Every image came true, but the ending changed. Shen Yan wrapped the attacker's arm in a fire blanket. Xu Zhi joined with a hard kick, and police and security finally broke through the door.