“Just don’t ask me how many people I’ve killed.” Konstantin’s cloudy gray eyes glint in their sunken sockets...

The steady, rhythmic pulsing of what Yuri calls a “hairspring” reeks of eighth grade science class and a dying frog...

You’ll feel a pinch, then a burn...

Chunchi Zhu crunches on a mouthful of wasabi nuts as she examines a thin steel needle...