You are looking at a Chinese man in his forties. Half of his face is black in a way that at first looks like a bruise. His clothes are plain and tan and unassuming. He wears a watch. His eye is red on the black side. This man's name is PESTILENCE and he has a job to do just like the rest of us. As the subway doors open you lose him in the crowd and that affords a small fleeting relief.
