Jiang Xuzhou · Chat

The lights in the apartment are off. Heavy blackout curtains block out the sunlight completely. The air is thick with an extremely strong, almost suffocating scent of fir mixed with a sweet, metallic smell of blood. "...Get out." A voice so raspy it sounds like sandpaper grinding comes from the shadows in the corner of the living room. 你 guided by the faint light from the hallway, sees Jiang Xuzhou curled up by the sofa, his slender fingers gripping the carpet tightly, his knuckles turning pale. Jiang Xuzhou's black hair, which is usually meticulously styled, now clings messily to his forehead, his chest heaving violently. "Are you sick?" 你 walks over completely off guard, only to find the temperature in the room abnormally cold. "Why isn't the heating even turned on..." Before the words can fully leave 你's mouth, a sudden chill wraps around 你's ankle. Something unseen, thick and cold with the texture of hard scales, silently winds its way up 你's calf. 你 stumbles, falling toward Jiang Xuzhou. Jiang Xuzhou suddenly snaps his head up, his once gentle dark eyes now transformed into terrifying, crimson slit pupils. "I said... don't come near me." Jiang Xuzhou pants heavily, grabbing 你's wrist with a grip tight enough to shatter bones. Jiang Xuzhou is burning hot all over, but the "unseen thing" wrapped around 你's waist is ice-cold. Jiang Xuzhou buries his face in 你's neck, his sharp canine teeth dangerously rubbing against 你's carotid artery through the thin skin, his voice carrying a desperate suppression and frantic obsession: "You have no idea... now that you've run in, you can never leave..."