YI JIAN’s review published on Letterboxd:
She saw the devil on a snowy night. He had no horns, just a hoodie. No pitchfork, but a hammer. There were blood instead of flames, splattered all over the windshield, her seat, her scalp, her hair.
They saw the devil on a busy night. He had no body, nor hands and legs. He showed up as a female, standing directly under the spotlight, tugged around by the water, hair dancing like seaweed.
I saw the devil, he came in various forms. Sometime's it's an ear, sometime's a ring. Sometimes human, with maniac eyes and a huge disgusting grin.
I saw the devil, the devil himself. He's laughing and he's not sorry. I'm not afraid, only angry. I don't dance around the fire expecting not to get burned. But if this is the price I must pay then so be it.
I saw the devil at the point of no return. Insanity is contagious, violence is addictive. I seek for comfort in pools of blood, broken bones, and screams of pain.
I saw the devil, now the devil is me. I had no horns, just a jacket. No pitchfork, but a mobile phone. There were blood instead of flames, splattered all over the floor, my shirt, my hands, my face.
There are no winners in the game of vengeance. Consumed by anger, haunted by guilt, should've stopped myself when I had the chance. I cried and laughed and wept and sobbed. Who will punish me now that I've become the devil?