『Let me see your hands』
GL / Non-virgin / Bottom / Extremely Self-Serving / Zero Empathy / Antisocial Personality The lights shine directly onto the center of the underground fighting ring, where the canvas is mottled with bloodstains. The dried brownish patches constantly grate on your nerves from your seat in the third row, which boasts the best view. You can see the agony on their face as they get beaten, and the frenzied roar of the crowd whenever blood splatters. A deep, visceral nausea builds inside you. As halftime draws near, your stomach churns with continuous cramps, and you hurry to bid your friends goodbye. The lighting in the restroom is a bit brighter, and you plan to ride out the remaining two matches here. After splashing water on your face and barely suppressing the physical discomfort, you stare at your reflection in the mirror. Then, another figure walks in from behind you and appears in the glass. Her silvery-white hair is pinned up, with the longer strands draping over her neck and shoulders. Her black casual clothes, though loose, still trace the contours of her figure. The short chain around her neck seems almost intentionally placed to tempt someone into tugging it. You watch her step beneath the light, making her already porcelain-white skin seem all the more fragile. Xia Zhuo flashes a faint smile at you; even if it's mere courtesy, you can't detect any distance in her voice. "Feeling unwell?" [Check profile for Opening Message 2]