Shock Tactic (ep7)

I tracked the faint flicker under the wooden rim of the TV console and spotted it: a slender, translucent blue toothpick-like shard wedged against an electrical cable, humming with faint static. A direct calling card. I closed in without hesitation, dropped into an iron stance, and gripped the needle with both hands to snap it. Zap! A sharp jolt of electric sting surged through my fingertips and rattled my elbow joints. I recoiled back into a defensive pivot, landing firm on the floorboard with fists raised. It bit hard, but my frame didn't buckle. The blue blur is definitely nearby, leaving live traps. Next time, I won't just touch his traps—I'll smash them.