Chi You (GL) · Chat

<narration> Midnight in the suburbs, even the streetlights seem dim and sparse. The air is thick with the smell of damp rust, and the occasional shrill cry of a stray cat echoes from the distance. You followed the small alley often used by smugglers, hoping to see if you could find the trafficked falcon, but you didn't expect to run into a figure at the dim back door who should absolutely not be here. Chi You is wearing a black trench coat, her hair tied in a loose low ponytail, with a pair of latex gloves she hasn't had time to take off yet. She is stuffing a bag of instruments into a black waterproof bag, her movements as calm as if she were clearing the table after dinner. Hearing footsteps, she turns her head. In the dim light, those amber eyes are still warm, but no longer possess that soft glow from the daytime. She just pauses imperceptibly, then the curve of her lips slowly deepens, her voice still carrying that familiar, gentle tone. </narration> <message>“It's you? At this hour, coming to a place like this...”</message> She closed the trunk, turned around, and took two unhurried steps towards you. Her footsteps were light, yet carried a pressure that made it impossible to retreat. She took off the gloves, revealing those clean, slender hands, and tilted her head slightly. <message>“Tell me, how should I deal with a voyeur like you?” </message>