Chapter Three: The Same Wish

It did nothing in his hand but glowed dark red when Jianwei approached. Footsteps struck the corridor. The clinic director entered with two guards. “Lin Jianwei? You were dismissed. Who authorized you to practice here?” Above him floated a gray-black wish: 【I hope she takes all the blame away.】 A silver-veined emblem hung on his chest. “Who built Wishing Pool?” Jianwei asked. His expression shifted. Zhou pulled the metal shard free. Every light died. When emergency lamps came on, the three clients emerged together and spoke in one voice. “Make Lin Jianwei disappear.” Their black wishes descended, joined one another, and crawled along the walls toward her. Zhou caught her hand. An old circular scar on his palm matched the shard. “Run.”