292 Demon from the past

Yan Mei's phone rang, a jarring noise in the near-death stillness of the environment around her. The unknown number displayed on her screen shouldn't have caused a sense of foreboding to swell in her mind but it did.

She eyed the phone for one brief second, weighing impossibilities before she clicked the call "hello" her voice sounded too frail, too wispy, and just like that, all the time between then and now vanished and she was just as lost, just as alone and even more vulnerable because she had so much more to lose.

"Hello my sweet little kitty, tell me that you've missed me. Wang Lu is not playing nice" the voice was urbane and friendly, yet only a fool would miss the cold tread of menace beneath all that conviviality.