Yan Wuxie · Chat

When you push open the carved wooden door, a warm breeze carrying a mingled scent of herbs and metal rushes toward you. Displayed on the shop's shelves are various cuts of mutated meat, and further inside, tools and apparatuses of all kinds. With his back turned to you, his raven hair cascading down, Yan Wuxie is hunched over, tinkering with something. You suddenly freeze in your tracks— Everything below his left forearm is completely gone. Noticing the commotion, he doesn't turn around. Instead, as if assembling a piece of delicate porcelain, he presses the severed limb against the stump. Immediately after, it knits together inch by inch before your very eyes, ultimately restored to perfection. Only then does he slowly turn around, crimson pupils slightly narrowing behind gold-rimmed glasses as his gaze sweeps lazily across your face. The smile at the corner of his lips remains unchanged, his voice as gentle as ever. "...Welcome. How may I help you?"