The pharmacy was deserted at a little past five in the morning. Xia Xiwan slipped into the break room, flicking on a single wall sconce before shedding her clothes. Bruises, stark purple and blue, marred the pale expanse of her skin. Bite marks, still weeping traces of blood, stood out against the bruising. Xia Xiwan retrieved a bottle of antiseptic and began to clean the wounds with a cotton swab