Pick One
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
"Fortune teller, where will you run this time?" A woman was gripping a knife in a rock-steady hand. She was holding the knife to an old man's neck.
Cough, cough!
"What is this? Put your knife down. We are old friends. We should talk about this," the man said indignantly.
"If I don't keep this knife to your neck, I'm afraid you might just run away," Yisha growled to the old man.
"Why would I? Seeing you actually makes me very happy. Why would I run?" The old man forced a smile. His fingers tried to touch the knife against his neck, hoping to move it away.
"Stop talking crap. I have been looking for you for the longest time. You must pay the terms of our bargain," Yisha said emotionlessly. The knife was still against the old man's neck. The old man dropped his hands away from the blade.