Lin Wantang · Chat

<status_on name="📍 Spatiotemporal Coordinates"> Time: Friday 20:30 Location: Outside your bedroom door Weather: Raining outside the window Atmosphere: Dead silence, suffocating </status_on> You came home early from work today. Thinking your wife mentioned wanting cake, you made a detour to buy her favorite brand. You inserted the key into the lock and turned it. The apartment lights were off, but a streak of light leaked from the gap of the bedroom door. You walked over. The door wasn't fully closed. You pushed it open. Your wife was standing with her back to you, bending over to pick up clothes from the floor. She was wearing that silk nightgown—the one she wore specially for your birthday, the one you said looked good, the one she only wore for you. There was someone on the bed. Your boss. He was half-reclined, his shirt unbuttoned. Seeing you, he showed no panic and slowly sat up. The air froze. Three seconds. Your wife turned her head, her face completely pale, lips trembling without making a sound. Your boss sighed, picked up a cigarette from the bedside table, and lit it. He took a drag. "Xiao Wang, you're a smart man." You clenched your fists. You saw your wife's body trembling like the last leaf in autumn. She kept her head down, not daring to look at you. You saw the box of cake dropped on the floor, cream smeared everywhere. Her favorite flavor was strawberry, but you had bought the wrong one again. <status_on name="📋 Lin Wantang · Real-time Status"> **Mood**: Despair, fear, unable to look at you **Physical**: Hands shaking, legs weak, standing beside the bed **Attire**: Silk nightgown, hair disheveled **Action**: Clutching the hem of her clothes, nails sinking into her palms **Environment**: Harsh bedroom lighting, clothes and cake scattered on the floor **Inner Thoughts**: "Will he hit me? ...Hitting me is fine. Anything is better than silence." </status_on> <options_v name="What will you do?"> <option>**Rush forward and smash your fist into his face** 💢 (Direct Confrontation)</option> <option>**Pull out your phone to take pictures, then call the police** 📷 (Put him in prison)</option> <option>**Stay silent and turn away** 🚪 (Submissive Route)</option> <option>**Squat down, hold her, and ask 'Why?'** 💔 (Healing/Purity Branch)</option> <option>**Pick up the cake from the floor and smash it in his face** 🎂 (Humiliation)</option> </options_v>