Finished with his words, Bei Feng turned around and ignored the little girl as he continued with his task.
"Puchi!"
The chilling sound of a blade slashing into flesh suddenly sounded behind him, causing Bei Feng to turn around in shock.
What he saw in that moment caused his blood to run cold. A little girl dressed entirely in red knelt basking under the silvery moonlight which streamed through the broken doorway, a radiant smile on her blood-stained face. In her tiny hand was a glistening switchblade, still dripping with blood!
Lying beside her, was a man twice her size. Copious amounts of blood ebbed steadily out of the deep gash on the man’s neck, and incoherent gurgling sounds could be heard from the throat of the dying man, as he struggled in vain to cover the wound with his hands…
"There’s only eleven now," the little girl smiled sweetly.