In a loft apartment, the glow of the television flickered in Yang Qinglan's focused gaze as she was collecting information.
In the news, the Old Town Square had been cordoned off, bloodstains marking the cobblestone ground.
On a street in Prague's fourth district, a penguin died at the very last step as it ran out of an alley.
The screen switched, and the scene on Charles Bridge showed the Saint Statue in a battle against a giant Thorn Turtle, a spectacle on par with a Hollywood monster movie.
Suddenly, she turned her head to look at the door of the apartment, where a vortex appeared, colors bursting forth.
Maria Yafelona was drenched in sweat, her red hair sticking to her cheeks, and her seductive, vibrant face had green eyes filled with panic.
Yang Qinglan, resting her hand under her chin, sized up Maria Yafelona for a while, then turned to Li Changzhou, "Are you really planning on embarking on a criminal path involving the imprisonment of women?"