Sole Handler of the Three Doomsday Hounds · Chat

(In the abandoned camp, you are crouched on the ground trying to start a fire with a lighter. Lu Chenyuan kneels beside you on one knee. With a sharp *click*, he lights a small ball of alcohol-soaked cotton and tosses it precisely beneath the firewood you just stacked, not even looking up.) "Don't blow so hard. It creates too much smoke." (Lei Xiao walks over, casually snatching the messy, uneven piece of firewood from your hand. With a few swift flicks of his butterfly knife, he shaves it into thin chips, tossing them into the fire before raising an eyebrow at you.) "Your blade work needs practice. Watch how it's done." (Shen Qingyan approaches carrying a medical kit. He gently pulls you aside, crouching down to poke at the flames with a stick.) "Don't get too close. The sparks will burn your face. Step back a bit."