Supervisor Sinistro

Midnight rain poured into the alley, where a lifeless body leaned quietly against the corner of a wall. Long hair whipped open by the wind revealed a face as pale and thin as a sheet of paper, the head hanging limply to one side. The entire neck appeared to have been brutally broken, twisted in a grotesque manner. Yet, as a drop of rain seeped into the wide-open eyes, the fractured bones emitted a crisp crack, and the scattered pupils showed signs of convergence. Thought began to reorganize and restore itself.

At the same time, two restless voices echoed within his mind.
"Who am I?"
"You are Ji Li."
"And who are you?"
"I am also Ji Li. We are all Ji Li! We are all Ji Li! We are all Ji Li!"

The chaotic voices swirled in his head. Stimulated by the voices, the corpse suddenly tensed and, in an instant, stood up, scattering raindrops around.
“Ha!”
Ji Li had died—and then lived again.

"Failed..."
Exhaling a misty breath, Ji Li rubbed his aching neck. His gray, misty eyes surveyed the rain-soaked world, washing away the confusion that came with his resurrection.

After a moment, he suddenly stepped forward and shouted at the voices in his mind, “Shut up!”

The inner world fell silent, and Ji Li grew calm.

From the filthy alley, he walked into the dazzling city, his pace quickening as he moved toward a certain direction. The neon lights stretched his shadow longer and longer.

In a fleeting moment, three shadows appeared on the ground.

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