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Royal Advisor Lu Guang attends the masquerade ball the king throws, a week after his stabbing by an unexpected assailant in the middle of the King's Court. What he doesn't expect is to be pulled out of the ball halfway through by someone he knows all too well.
Cheng Xiaoshi just wants to make sure he's okay.
28 Dec 2021
“For the final time, cut to the chase,” Yoo Joonghyuk points his dagger at the corner of the alley, where the other person is lurking. “Or I’ll kill you myself right here and now.”
The real First Apostle grins, sharp teeth gleaming as he steps into the moonlight.
“The job is simple enough,” he says. “The man I want you to kill is Kim Dokja.”
(Or: Where Yoo Joonghyuk is an assassin sent to kill his college best friend and insufferable roommate Kim Dokja, who might not be all he seems.)
Fandoms: 时光代理人 | Link Click (Cartoon)
27 Jul 2021
Cheng Xiaoshi knows he's an unusual android.
His model number doesn't match any of the androids for commercial use in the futuristic city of Aeterna. He doesn't perform the same functions that they do. While the other androids work alongside humans, aiding them with work; Cheng Xiaoshi is stuck in the tiny lab his creator calls home, mostly lazing around the couch and playing video games. He's pretty sure that isn't work.
Even odder, his creator, Lu Guang, refuses to say anything about his own origins or why he created Xiaoshi in the first place.
But when an unknown killer starts prowling the streets, slaughtering any humans they come across, Cheng Xiaoshi and Lu Guang have to catch the killer before he claims any more victims - even if it means unearthing the long-buried ghosts of their shared past in the process.
It’s quiet, in the forest.
Alan doesn’t know when he notices it. When the moon hanging in the sky turned as darkest red as blood? When the snowdrops began to glow with a soft white light? When the shadows started trailing after him, slinking around him and sizing him up like an opponent?
Either way, he keeps on walking.
He doesn’t have a destination in mind, not really. The sounds of his footsteps are the only things he can hear here, and it doesn’t unnerve him so much as calm him, the quiet sinking deep into his bones.
He hasn’t heard a peep since he’s entered. No signs that the forest is inhabited at all.
So many people call this the cursed forest, he muses. But is the forest really cursed, or is its residents?
A letter from Alan, to Magda Ellenstein.