He turned slowly, his chest heaving, his eyes wild and unfocused.
Luo Cheng stepped forward from the cluster of officers, his hands in his pockets, his face expressionless.
The fluorescent lights cast hard shadows across his features, and for a moment Shen Zihao saw Liuxian's face superimposed over the stranger's.
"No," he breathed, taking a stumbling step backward. "No, you're not real. You're not real. Get out of my head. GET OUT OF MY HEAD."
Luo Cheng didn't flinch. "You're coming with us. Put your hands behind your back."
"Do you think this changes anything?" Shen Zihao's voice cracked with desperate, manic energy, spittle flying from his lips as he lurched forward a step.
Two officers grabbed his arms before he could go any further and pinned him in place against the wall. "You think you've won? You think this little game is over? I BUILT THIS CITY! I OWN THIS CITY! EVERYONE BOWS TO ME! EVERYONE!"
