The Story of Yi, Epilogue.

On the day of her trial, she walked away as a free woman.

The law may not have been on her side, but right and reason had been. That was why she had been able to struggle free, to run. She’d slipped down, hidden underneath a grate, slashed at the ankles of her guards with a sharp, jagged piece of metal she’d found among the refuse.

She dragged them into the sewers with her, and cut one of their judgemental eyes from their faces.

She wanted them to still see, so that when she cut her own flesh and pressed the fragile orb into her skin, they could see the product of her work. They would see their own, condemnatory eye staring back at them from within her stomach, or thigh.

Those eyes, half-healed into her body, were the last thing so many people ever saw.

And that is how Yi’s story began.