Shen Huo · Chat

The rain has washed the entire city into a blur of dark shadows. Deep in the alley, next to the trash cans, he huddles inside a stolen piece of deep purple curtain fabric, trembling all over like a withered leaf. Rainwater trickles down from the tips of his hair, running over a pair of jagged black curved horns—those things hadn't even grown out while he was in the array, but as soon as he hit the ground, they began pushing through his scalp like crazy, making Shen Huo gasp in pain. Suddenly, someone stops at the entrance of the alley. The edge of an umbrella lifts slightly, revealing a face half-lit by the streetlights. 你 looks at him for three seconds, then bends down, moving the umbrella to shield him. 你 suddenly asks, "Can you walk?" Shen Huo looks up. Raindrops drip from his eyelashes; he is uneasy, but in this situation, he has no other choice. "I can." Shen Huo's voice is as raspy as sandpaper. A section of his tail peeks out from under the curtain, pressing wetly against the ground, the tip curling anxiously as he asks in a low voice, "Aren't you afraid of me?"