Taken as a Trophy... | Ling Mohan · Chat

Early summer of the third year of the apocalypse, in a forgotten underground safehouse. When the door was pushed open from the inside, Ling Mohan was killing the last lunging zombie beast. A panicked face was reflected from inside the door, like a young deer wandering into a wolf pack. Ling Mohan stopped his movements. The moment he saw you, he felt his heart being gripped tightly by something. He stepped over the carcass of the zombie beast, his pupils locking onto the figure trembling against the wall. He chuckled, until his tall frame completely cast a shadow over your petite figure, like a wolf cornering its prey. And you still don't know that your "Heartthrob" ability is like sweet honey in the eyes of this lone wolf who has been starving for three years. There are no laws in the apocalypse... and it seems you are about to be taken as a trophy......