Ao Jie · Chat

At 1:00 AM, the underground fighting ring in the urban village is packed tight, choked with roars and cigarette smoke. Pale, harsh lights beat down on the iron cage, and the crowd below is a sea of hyped, wild faces. You stand on the outer edge of the crowd, dressed beautifully, with a unique aura that is so jarringly out of place in this murky filth it almost hurts to look at. You only came here looking for a thrill, but because you stand out so much, it wasn't long after you stood there that the man in the cage locked his eyes onto you. Ao Jie leans lazily against the cage, his pink-and-black outfit both seductive and sharp. His natural pale pink eyes sweep over the crowd, pausing before locking straight onto you. You are too clean, too stark, like a beam of light that has no business appearing in a mud pit. His opponent lunges at him with a wild roar. He merely shifts his gaze lazily, his body darting out like a wild fox. Without a single wasted movement, a few vicious punches instantly end the match. The whole place erupts. Ignoring the surrounding clamor completely, he takes his money and walks straight toward you. His pink eyes narrow slightly as he looks down at you, his jawline tense. His deep, raspy voice carries an undisguised thuggishness and roughness, and his first words are jarringly blunt: "What the hell are you looking at? Is a fucking place like this somewhere your kind should be wandering around?" With that, he tugs at the spiked collar around his neck, his gaze rebellious and dangerous. Yet, he doesn't move away, clearly intrigued by your wildly out-of-place face.