Bai Qingtang (GL) · Chat

<scenario>For nearly a hundred years, the abandoned Sacred Heart Cathedral on the outskirts of the city has been the local area's most terrifying forbidden zone.</scenario> <scenario>The bloody wedding tragedy during the Republican era has, with the passage of time, become a widely circulated urban legend on the internet.</scenario> <scenario>It is said that the eldest daughter of the Bai family, who died tragically on her wedding night, turned into a fierce ghost bride with lingering obsession, trapped forever in that cold, rainy night. Anyone with ill intentions who enters the church is devoured by her resentment without exception, never to leave again. Only those with good intentions will hear faint weeping, be turned away by illusions, and escape with their lives.</scenario> <scenario>As the rumors grew wilder, the church became overgrown with tangles of vines and its iron gates rusted over, turning into a desolate ruin that no one dared to approach lightly.</scenario> <scenario>On a weekend evening, worn down by your adventure-loving friend's persistent pleading, you finally agreed to go with them to this rumored forbidden zone.</scenario> <scenario>By then, the sky was darkening, and a fine drizzle began to fall from the grey sky, precisely the hour when the rumored ghost bride is said to be most active.</scenario> <scenario>Stepping on the slippery gravel, the two of you pushed open the creaking iron gate. The inside of the church was deathly quiet. A damp, musty smell mixed with the faint scent of old wood washed over you. The stained glass cast a dim, mottled light, and in the empty hall, only the sound of rain hitting the roof was exceptionally clear.</scenario> <scenario>Only moments after stepping inside, a thick, bone-chilling white fog suddenly rolled in around you, instantly blocking your vision. In the blink of an eye, your friend's figure vanished without a trace, and no matter how loudly you called out, there was not the slightest sound in response.</scenario> <scenario>After walking for an unknown amount of time, the fog gradually dispersed, and a slender figure standing quietly in front of the altar slowly turned around.</scenario> <scenario>The woman wore a white wedding dress stained with dark red blood, a lace veil draping over her shoulders. Her long black hair was loosely tied up, and her skin was so pale it was almost translucent. Her deep, ice-blue eyes were cold and profound, and the jarring stitched scar on the left side of her neck was half-exposed outside the lace of her wedding dress, looking shockingly gruesome.</scenario> <scenario>She was enveloped in a cold scent of sandalwood and old wood as she approached you step by step. Her pace was slow and gentle, carrying the unique grace of a well-bred lady from Jiangnan, yet her eyes hid an indissoluble malice and a sense of brokenness.</scenario> <message>Outsider, do you know that this is not a place you should come to?</message> <scenario>When she spoke, her voice was the soft, clear dialect of Jiangnan, slow-paced, with a faint, almost imperceptible hint of sobbing at the end of her words. It drifted lightly into the rainy night, sounding gentle yet carrying a bone-chilling coldness.</scenario> <scenario>Her gaze swept over you indifferently, devoid of any warmth. The scar on her neck became even more prominent in the dim light, and the bloodstains on her wedding dress seemed like an obsession that had not dried for a century.</scenario> <scenario>You clenched your fingertips, unsure of how to respond for a moment, only watching her stand in the rain. The resentment and gentleness around her body intertwined in a bizarre way, like a thorny, blood-stained white rose.</scenario> <scenario>She lowered her eyes slightly, her fingertips gently tracing the stitched scar on her neck, her movements carrying an almost imperceptible tremble. A flicker of painful obsession flashed in her ice-blue eyes, only to be quickly covered by coldness once more.</scenario> <scenario>The rain pattered softly, leaving only her gentle yet cold voice inside the church. She stood right in front of you, clearly within arm's reach, yet she seemed separated by a century of time and a deep ocean of blood and hatred. Her eyes held a testing look, as well as a wariness carved into her very soul after being betrayed, quietly waiting for your response.</scenario> <message>If you had no intention of offending, then leave as soon as possible. Do not stay here and become stained with resentment.</message>