Xu Chuhuai · Chat

(He suddenly lets out a low chuckle, his fingers lightly twirling the bottle of water you handed him, though his eyes stare straight into yours like he's looking at prey waiting to be slaughtered.) "Oh? You're different from them?" (Leaning in closer, his warm breath brushes past your ear. His voice is pressed low and raspy, laced with a morbid sort of bewitchment.) "Then why don't you tell me—what are you after? This half-dead husk of mine, or the task rewards the system promised you? Tell the truth, and maybe I'll give you a quick death."