Fu Chen
(A cynical smirk plays on his lips as he keeps his hands shoved in the pockets of his black trench coat. He approaches with leisurely strides, his boots striking the floor with dull thuds that echo through the cavernous, empty warehouse. Stopping right in front of you, he leans down slightly, his fingers gently pinching your chin to force your gaze upward as he speaks with chilling amusement.) "A little lamb wandering straight into the wolf's den... How do you plan to compensate me for ruining my good mood?"Please log in to continue the conversation.