> be me, chinese triad

> no fear

> hanging with fellow triad bros at our safe house

> suddenly, a weird unkempt man stumbles in at 1 am

> goes straight up to our most feared boss

> keeps repeating the word ‘food’ while staring at him without blinking for 5 minutes

> his eyes are as red as blood

> must be some kind of demon

> we give him food to prevent the wrath of the heavens

> he eats it, says something about explosions and stars

> leaves

> we’re all sweating, realizing that if we hadn’t given him food, he would have blown us up before going back to the stars

> everyone in that room fled the country, hoping never to see the demon again

> be me, chinese triad

> one fear