Divine Singularity

'''Inside Flat 85'''

There was no-one in the living room. The lights were still on, the place seemed just-entered. But Christine would only have to look just a little further to find the source of the scream.

Beyond the old sofa was the kitchen, and inside the kitchen was Jeremy Zhang. He had his back pressed against the fridge, body racked by utter terror. His wild eyes were transfixed on some invisible point in front of him. On his right forearm were brushstrokes, floating on his skin like ink in water and forming words. Chinese words.

His mouth worked noiselessly. His breath came loud and harsh, in sputtering gasps. He had knocked over two chairs in his scramble to escape.

"Who the hell are you?" he screamed. "Get out!"

At first, Christine might think the words directed at her - but