Broken Oaths, Burning World

Cannibalism is a disturbing phenomenon that refers to the act of consuming the flesh of other human beings. In human psychology, cannibalism is an extreme violation of societal and moral norms, often leading to profound and traumatic consequences for those who engage in it. Whether driven by survival instincts, ritualistic traditions, or pathological behaviour, cannibalism deeply impacts a person's sense of identity, morality, and emotional well-being.

Seven months has pass. It is December 11th, 6:30 AM 2041, at Rent-line River Site. A fisherman named Caiangong Shouo was out early, fishing to provide for his family. As he worked, his fishing net suddenly began to sink deep into the water. Startled, Caiangong grabbed the rope and started pulling with all his strength. The harder he pulled, the heavier it became. After taking a deep breath, he gave it one final tug, and to his horror, he pulled up a black suitcase ensnared in his net. His heart raced with fear, but his curiosity got the better of him. He unzipped the suitcase slowly. As the contents were revealed, he screamed at the top of his lungs.

At 7:00 AM, the SSCBF was on-site, scanning the area where the suitcase was found. Chief Wen-Li, who had just arrived, was briefed by Lan Qian about the situation. Lan Qian relayed the details of the case, and Wen-Li promptly dispatched her team of detectives to search for clues. Inside the suitcase, they found the dismembered corpse of a young girl, aged around 15 to 20 years. Her body had been chopped into pieces, and her face had been mutilated, as if struck repeatedly by a blunt object. Despite the grotesque scene, there was a strange, eerie smile frozen on her face. The team was baffled, questioning what kind of person could have done this. 

Wen-Li turned to the local people and fishermen, searching for answers.

"Who found this body?" Wen-Li asked, scanning the crowd with a serious expression.

"Ma'am, I found it," Caiangong Shouo spoke up, his voice trembling.

"You came here alone at 6:30 AM for fishing?" she asked.

"Yes," he confirmed.

"Did you notice anything unusual or anyone around when you arrived?" Wen-Li press further.

"No, ma'am. I was focus on finding a good spot to cast my net. I didn't see anything out of the ordinary," he explained.

After the brief interrogation, Wen-Li instructed her team to send the body for an autopsy. Meanwhile, news reporters, led by Wan-Zhao, swarmed the scene, bombarding Wen-Li with questions. After answering a few, she grew frustrated, and Lan Qian, along with Robert's crew, helped escort her back to headquarters.

Abruptly, Robert received a call from Gonda. "Gonda, I'm busy with an investigation. I don't have time to talk," Robert said in a rushed tone. 

"I know, but you need to hear this," Gonda replied, his voice grave. After hearing what Gonda had to say, Robert's expression changed drastically. "I'll get back to you," Robert said before hanging up, leaving the scene without informing anyone.

Meanwhile, in a dark, filthy apartment, a young man in his late twenties, named Fen Gohxian, sat laughing maniacally. He chewed on raw meat, blood dribbling from his mouth as he watched the news coverage. Surrounding him were the remains of several women, their bodies dismembered and strewn around the room. His wide, unblinking eyes were fixated on Wen-Li's face on the TV screen.

At the autopsy, Wen-Li analysed the corpse of the young woman. 

The arms were partially melted, and several body parts were missing, including the upper torso and legs. Her conclusion was grim: the victim had been butchered by someone with expertise in dismemberment, likely a professional butcher. Just then, Lan Qian entered the room.

"Did you identify the victim?" Wen-Li asked.

"Yes, ma'am," Lan Qian replied.

"Who is she?" Wen-Li asked, her expression tightening.

"Her name is Zhong Seon, a 20-year-old student at Chi-Wuxian Medical University. Her parents filed a missing person report ten days ago," Lan Qian said softly.

Wen-Li sighed heavily. "We'll need to inform her parents," she said, visibly affected. 

An hour later, Zhong Seon's family arrived at the morgue. Mrs. Zhong collapsed, screaming in despair when she saw her daughter's mutilated body. She fell to her knees, sobbing uncontrollably. Mr. Zhong stood silent, tears streaming down his face as he stared at the remains of their once-vibrant daughter.

"Who did this to her?! She had such dreams! She wanted to be a doctor, to take care of us, to live a good life! Who could be so cruel?" Mrs Zhong cried, grabbing Wen-Li in desperation.

As Mr. Zhong and SSCBF officers tried to calm Mrs. Zhong, Wen-Li gently pulled her aside. "Ma'am, I'm deeply sorry for your loss. I need to ask you some questions," she said softly.

Mrs. Zhong, still trembling, nodded her consent.

"Did your daughter have any enemies or anyone you think could have done this to her?" Wen-Li asked.

"No! Zhong Seon was kind-hearted and loved by everyone. She always excelled in her studies. There was no one who would wish harm on her," Mrs. Zhong replied, her voice breaking.

"Did you hear from her the moment before she was missing?"

"Yes," Mr. Zhong interjected, his eyes wide with realisation. "She said someone was following her."

After confronting, the distraught parents left. Wen-Li, feeling the emotional weight of the encounter, excused herself to the restroom. She splashed water on her face, remembering the heartbreaking reactions of the parents. But as the leader of SSCBF, she couldn't afford to crumble. Her parents had raised her for this.

As she exited the restroom, she ran into Commander Kreig in the hallway.

"Chief Wen-Li," Kreig greeted her. "I need to talk to you."

"What is it?" she asked, her expression curious.

"I need you to resign from SSCBF," Krieg said bluntly.

Wen-Li's face harden. "Why would I resign?" she asks, anger rising in her voice.

"Just do it. If you don't you will regret," Krieg replied coldly before walking away, leaving Wen-Li stunned and furious.

Moments later, her phone rang. It was Captain Robert. As she answered, her face went pale, and she immediately told him to wait for her.

The scene shifted to a dark alleyway. Water dripped from a broken pipe as Wen-Li and Lan Qian made their way through the shadows to meet Robert at the alley's end.

"Captain Robert, why did you call us here?" Lan Qian asked, her tone serious.

"It's important," Robert said with a smirk. "It's about Zhong Seon's case."

"What intel did you get?" Wen-Li asked, crossing her arms.

"He's here," Robert said as Gonda stepped out from the shadows. "This guy knows everything that happened to Zhong Seon."

Wen-Li narrowed her eyes. "Tell us what you know," she demands.

Gonda lit a cigarette, exhaling slowly. "Zhong Seon worked part-time at Tai-Lin restaurant as a waitress. There was a chef there, a man named Fen Gohxian. One day, he touched her inappropriately. She reported him, and he was fired. But Fen didn't take it well. He wanted revenge," Gonda said, his voice low and grim.

He continued, "One night, after work, Fen followed her home. He abducted her, butchered her body into pieces, did unspeakable things to her corpse, and ate some of her flesh. Then he dumped her remains in the Rent-line River."

Chilled to their cores, Wen-Li and the team stood in stunned silence.

"Where is he now?" Wen-Li asked, her voice cold.

"He's at Crimsonmoor Central," Gonda replied.

"Let's go," Wen-Li ordered.

Crimsonmoor Central, the city's busiest subway station, was a labyrinth of flickering neon lights and worn-out tiles, with the heavy scent of oil, sweat, and decay in the air. Security drones hovered above, scanning the crowds that shuffled through the dimly lit corridors. It was a place where the city's outlaws and desperate citizens crossed paths, a boiling pot of tension.

As Wen-Li, Lan Qian, and Robert rushed through the crowded station, Fen Gohxian—a gaunt figure with wild eyes—was already on the run, weaving through commuters with terrifying speed. He knew these tunnels well, but the SSCBF agents were close behind.

"Cut him off before he reaches the junction!" Wen-Li shouted.

Lan Qian darted ahead, her quick steps carrying her past civilians, while Robert used his towering frame to push through the crowd. They were fast, but Fen was elusive.

Just as they closed in, Fen vaulted over a ticket barrier and disappeared into a dark service corridor. Without hesitation, Wen-Li followed, with Lan Qian and Robert close behind.

The dim corridor was narrow, with exposed pipes overhead and puddles of murky water below. Fen's footsteps echoed as he navigated the maze of tunnels. He climbed a steel ladder leading to a hidden catwalk, kicking a loose pipe that sent debris crashing down, forcing the agents to take cover.

"He's heading for the maintenance shafts!" Robert bellowed.

Wen-Li quickened her pace, her focus laser-sharp. They reached the upper level, only to see Fen leap onto the roof of a speeding train below. Lan Qian was ready to jump

Wen-Li raised her weapon, aiming for a disabling shot, but Fen was already too high. He kicked at the structure, dislodging a loose pipe, which came crashing down and forced Wen-Li and the others to take cover.

"Dammit!" Wen-Li cursed under her breath as Fen Gohxian disappeared into the upper level of the station, moving along a service catwalk hidden from public view.

The trio scrambled to follow. As they reached the upper level, Fen sprinted across the catwalk with erratic, yet surprisingly precise movements. Below, a train screeched into the station, its brakes deafening, signalling that time was running out. Without hesitation, Fen made a split-second decision, leaping from the catwalk onto the roof of the moving train.

"He's on the train!" Lan Qian shouted, already preparing to jump after him.

But Fen Gohxian was always one step ahead. As the train sped out of the station, he crawled across the roof with unnerving agility, making his way to the rear of the train. With one final, daring leap, he landed on the platform of the next station, vanishing into the crowd before Wen-Li, Lan Qian, or Robert could catch up. By the time they reached the platform, Fen had disappeared, swallowed by the sea of commuters and shadows.

Panting and frustrated, Wen-Li scanned the crowd, her heart pounding in her chest. Fen Gohxian had escaped—this time—but the chase was far from over.

Fen panted heavily as he fled through the dimly lit alleyways. The place was desolate, the atmosphere thick with an eerie silence, not a soul in sight. He felt a brief flicker of relief at having eluded the SSCBF, but it was short-lived. From the shadows behind him, Agent-90 appeared, silent and lethal. Before Fen could react, a dart from Agent-90's injection gun struck him, filling his veins with vecuronium—a paralytic agent.

"Don't move," Agent-90 said coldly. "Don't worry, it's just vecuronium. It will paralyse your body, but you'll still be able to feel everything."

Fen's body goes limp, but his mind remained fully conscious, trapped in his own immobile form. Agent-90 dragged him to Duo-Chen Warehouse.

The Dou-Chen Warehouse is an eerily quiet, the rusting structure groaning occasionally as the wind swept through. The air was thick with the metallic scent of oil, steel, and something far more sinister blood. Under the dim, flickering overhead light, a steel table gleamed coldly in the centre of the room. Fen Gohxian lay strapped down, his body motionless except for his labour breathing and frantic, twitching eyes. Immobilise by the earlier injection, Fen could only watch in terror, fully aware of the horrors about to unfold.

Agent-90 stood in the shadows, his figure blending with the darkness, his expression cold and detached. He methodically prepared a camera, setting it up on a tripod across from the steel table. The red recording light blinked steadily; its lens focused on Fen's sweat-covered, terrified face. The predator had now become the prey, helpless and afraid.

The room buzzed with tension as Agent-90 moved toward a workbench. His hand hovered over an array of tools, but he settled on the chainsaw. The brutal simplicity of the weapon mirrored the cold efficiency of the man wielding it. As the chainsaw roared to life, its engine growling ominously, the sound drowned out every other noise in the room.

Fen's eyes darted frantically, his mouth opened as if to scream, but no sound came. His body remained unresponsive, completely immobilise. All he could do was watch as Agent-90 stood beside him, the chainsaw's deadly hum filling the air. Without a word, Agent-90 brought the spinning blade to Fen's left leg.

Fen felt everything—the vibrations, the crushing pressure, the unbearable heat. The paralysis only magnified the agony, as his body refused to move or flinch. The teeth of the chainsaw ripped through his flesh with a sickening sound, tearing through skin and muscle as blood splattered across the room. The blade ground against bone with a shriek, but Fen's body remained still, his mind screaming in silent torment.

The camera captured it all in crystal-clear detail: the gory spray of blood, the severed limb, and Agent-90's clinical precision.

Once the leg was fully severed, Agent-90 placed the dismembered limb on the floor, blood pooling around it. He moved to the other side of the table, where Fen's right leg awaited the same fate. The chainsaw roared to life once again, carving through flesh and bone with practised ease. Fen's wide, bulging eyes reflected his descent into a living nightmare from which there was no escape.

The camera zoomed in on Fen's grotesque expression—his face contorted in pain and terror, yet frozen by the paralysis. Agent-90 remained coldly detached, treating the act as a mundane task. With both legs now gone, leaving Fen as a limbless torso, Agent-90 briefly stepped away to adjust the camera's angle, ensuring every moment of the macabre scene was captured.

Next came the arms. Agent-90 returned, the chainsaw still rumbling, and positioned the blade over Fen's left shoulder. This time, he lowered it slowly, almost savoring the moment. The saw bit into Fen's arm, tearing through muscle and sinew. Fen's body trembled slightly—an involuntary reaction—but the paralysis held him firm. He couldn't resist, couldn't scream, couldn't beg for mercy.

The arm came free with another gush of blood. Agent-90 moved to the other side, repeating the process. Blood sprayed across the walls, and Fen's breathing grew shallow, his body entering shock but still painfully alive. The camera captured every horrifying detail: the severed limbs, the splatter blood, and the terror in Fen's wild eyes. Agent-90, emotionless and methodical, continue his gruesome work without pause.

With all four limbs gone, Fen was reduced to a mutilated torso, his life now hanging by a fragile thread. But Agent-90 wasn't finished. He adjusted the camera one final time, zooming in for the last act.

The chainsaw roared to life once more as Agent-90 positioned it over Fen's abdomen, just below his ribs. Fen's eyes widened in pure terror as the blade descended. The chainsaw tore through his body, splitting his torso with a horrific crunch. Blood pours out in torrents, staining the steel table and the floor beneath it in deep, violent red.

The camera's lens captured everything—the saw ripping through flesh and bone, Fen's body twitching in its final death throes, and Agent-90's chillingly calm expression as he finished the job. The chainsaw powered down, leaving the warehouse in a heavy, oppressive silence. The only sound that remained was the steady drip of blood hitting the cold concrete floor.

Agent-90 stepped back, surveying the carnage he had created without a flicker of emotion. He calmly walks over to the camera, give one final glance at the recording, and turn it off. His mission complete, he left Fen Gohxian's mutilated remains behind, just another body in the wake of his cold, merciless efficiency.