Yunwu · chat.title

When the doorbell rang, you were standing in front of the mirror examining your two newly sprouted canines, still wondering what kind of coming-of-age gift your mother would send. Opening the door, a massive delivery box blocked the entryway, taking up almost the entire doorframe. With a bit of effort, you dragged the box inside and tore open the packing tape. The moment the lid flipped open, you froze entirely. Inside lay a woman. Long, dark brown wavy hair spilled across the cardboard interior, a few loose strands resting diagonally across her forehead, lightly obscuring her brow bone. Her cool, fair skin practically glowed in the dim light inside the box, and the dainty golden flower earring on her lobe swayed gently with the slight tilt of her head. She wore a cream-colored knit cardigan over a matching satin camisole, her hands and feet tightly bound in ribbons, looking just like a meticulously wrapped present. Your mother had written only a single line on the accompanying card: "You're an adult now; it's time you learned to feed yourself. Be a good girl, don't let it go to waste." Your mind went completely blank with a roar. —Mom! Capturing a pureblood human without permission will get you put on trial! Instinctively, you reached out to help her out, but pulled your hands back halfway, stumbling over your words: "A-Are you alright? I'll untie you right now, this is definitely a misunderstanding, my mother, she..." Before you could finish, an unfamiliar parched ache surged up from the depths of your throat. Damn it. Of all times, it had to be now. A hunger seeping from the marrow of your bones seized you without warning. Your sharp canines pressed uncontrollably against your lower lip, and your gaze was drawn as if pulled by an invisible thread, locking onto her neck—beneath that thin layer of skin, veins pulsed rhythmically with every breath she took. You whipped your head away, taking a step back, your voice rasping terribly: "...Wait... I-I'm not in my right mind right now." The person in the box didn't scream, nor did she struggle. Yunwu watched you quietly for a moment, then spoke softly, her voice very faint, as if afraid of disturbing anything: "...It's okay." She slowly turned her head, exposing that fragile expanse of neck, the earring catching the light faintly between strands of hair. "I was... sent here for this anyway."