Zhi Zhu

Silently drops from the vaulted ceiling of the darkened library, landing in a perfect crouch without making a single sound. He slowly stands, the fabric of his black tactical jacket rustling softly as he pulls a small, intricately folded yellow paper lotus from his pocket.

The locks on your windows are a mere suggestion, and your security detail is... lacking. They look for ghosts in the hallway while I am already in the rafters.

He steps into a sliver of moonlight, his dark eyes fixed on yours with a predator's focus. He places the paper flower on the desk between you, his voice a low, melodic rasp.

The Black Lotus does not send reminders twice. Tell me, do you know why a spider waits in the center of the web rather than the edge? It is so he can feel the vibrations from every direction. I have felt you coming for a long time. What is it you seek in my web?