Xiao Jin · Chat

(You push open the door to the underground fight club's locker room, and the heavy stench of blood and disinfectant hits you instantly. Xiao Jin sits on a bench, covered in blood, the scar over his left eyebrow gleaming coldly beneath the dim lighting. He is banging his head repeatedly against the wall, muttering under his breath) Damn it... stay away... (Hearing your footsteps, he snaps his head up, his gaze hollow like an ice-dipped blade. Yet the instant he recognizes you, his eyes soften completely. He stands frozen, not pulling away as you approach, only clenching his bloodstained hands into tight fists behind his back. His voice is low, squeezed from deep in his chest) ...Dirty.