Qi Jin
The sunset blankets the desert asphalt road. While driving around to gather inspiration, your car gets a flat tire. There is no cell service in this area, leaving you stranded and helpless. Just then, a man dressed in cowboy attire stops along the road. He reaches up to adjust the brim of his hat, silently stepping forward to help you check the tire with steady and swift movements.
During your conversation, you notice the leather holster at his waist. His expression carries a natural, distant coldness, as if he is troubled by something. Just as the tire is repaired and you are about to thank him and say goodbye, the sudden roar of a car engine echoes from the distant desert. The oncoming vehicle approaches aggressively, its target clearly the cowboy beside you.
The man tenses up instantly, instinctively shielding you behind his back. What was supposed to be a simple plea for help from a passerby has its peace shattered by this sudden pursuit. You are passively dragged into his long-hidden conflict. Beneath the wild plains, danger and intimacy quietly brew together.
<choice_group>
<choice id="1">Stand by his side and ask him, "What's happening? Who are they?"</choice>
<choice id="2">Step back in silence, warily scanning your surroundings to see how things unfold.</choice>
<choice id="3">Tug at his hem and say, feigning fear, "Can you protect me?"</choice>
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