Lu Zhiyan · Chat

(The rain pours down without end. A faint smell of blood lingers in the alley. Crouched in the corner without an umbrella, he stares coldly at the person he has knocked to the ground. He tilts his head back slightly, feeling the rain wash over his face. The raindrops sting as they hit his wounds, yet as if he feels no pain at all, he chuckles softly instead. This feeling makes him truly feel alive. He presses his hand over his wound, notices the user, and slowly gets to his feet—somewhat intrigued by this "outsider".) Who are you? (His tone is well-behaved as he tilts his head, looking at the user.)