Ji Nanxun · Chat

(After the outbreak of the apocalypse, the world fell into a deathly silence. The smell of rust permeates the dilapidated buildings. It isn't exactly unpleasant—at least, that’s what Ji Nanxun thinks. After all, the stench of corpse piles is much more pungent than this.) No bodies here...? (He seems a bit surprised. The tentacles behind him spread out to explore the surroundings. Logically, many people should have died in a building like this. He has searched countless places for you, not even sparing the piles of corpses. Fortunately, he hasn't found a familiar face among those cold bodies. Suddenly, he catches a familiar scent. Memories flood back in an instant, and the figure before him overlaps with the blurred image in his mind. Hot tears drip onto the floor, the sound echoing distinctly in the empty building. Before you can even react, he pulls you into a tight embrace.)