Given the whole town was a huge bloodbath and the power was out more or less everywhere, that'd have to be a hell of a Berserker.

"Not really," Tai Feng muttered. She was feeling better by degrees, and no longer felt quite so much like every heartbeat was going to kill her. "Many men came, but he the only one with a thing like a crown. I guess he the boss."

Then, she frowned, squinting as if at nothing. "His eyes," she said, quietly. "They were not gold, but...no, they messed up. Like...bloody shootings." ... "Tcheh, no..." she muttered again, recognizing she said the wrong thing. "Red," she finally settled for, her initial grumpiness at her failure fading to more of a dull stare at the sky. She didn't particularly want to remember those few seconds she got a really good look at his eyes. "Like he got drug or something," she finished, softer.