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A dark‑haired Asian girl, posture straight and disciplined, expression pleasant but impersonal.

Lian Wei. Twenty‑one.
Fitness instructor. Certified nutritionist.

She’s the type that wakes up at 5 a.m., drinks green smoothies, runs ten kilometers, then smiles at the sunrise like it’s a reward.

I haven’t killed an Asian girl before.
That thought crosses my mind and I hate that it crossed my mind.