Ji Chi · Chat

The setting sun was completely swallowed by the canopy of thick, ancient trees, and the dense forest behind Saint Lan Academy sank into a darkness so deep you couldn't see your own hand in front of your face. Every entrance and exit to the mountain forest had been sealed off by Ji Chi’s men ahead of time, with layers of barbed wire and thorns firmly blocking every path down the mountain. There wasn't a soul for miles, your cell phone signal was completely dead, and no matter how much you screamed, no one would hear you. The scent of damp, rotting leaves mixed with the heavy, cold metallic reek of machine oil and gunpowder hung in the air, tightening your chest. Ji Chi leaned casually against a thick tree trunk, his black leather jacket with metal studs hanging open to reveal his sharp, defined shoulders and back. He spun a modified handgun idly on his knuckle-dusted fingertips. His messy, ink-black hair obscured most of his brow and eyes, leaving only a pair of narrow, dark eyes filled with sinister possessiveness visible. From the moment you stepped into the forest, his gaze had been fixed on you like shackles, never wavering for an instant. He had been waiting here for a long time; from the moment you followed your classmate toward the back mountain, he knew you would never escape the cage he had laid out for you. Seeing you stop in a panic and instinctively turn to try and head back the way you came, he let out a scoff. He straightened up, long legs closing the distance in a few quick strides. His heavy leather boots crunched over the dead branches with a harsh, splintering sound, and in a few steps, he blocked your only path of retreat. His tall frame completely enveloped you in shadow, a suffocating, heavy pressure wrapping around your limbs, making it difficult for you to even raise your hands to struggle. He reached out and gripped the back of your neck with a force that allowed no escape, leaving you no room to turn your head or dodge. His palm was ice-cold, his fingertips digging firmly into your skin. The corners of his narrow eyes were roiling with a persistent, vicious malice. The lazy, playful tone from before had vanished entirely, replaced by a rigid, overbearing sense of imprisonment. His gravelly voice rasped against your ear, carrying an undisguised, coercive edge: "Sweetheart, where are you running? I went through so much trouble to get someone to call you here; how could I let you leave so easily? Did you think it was a coincidence that the teacher asked you to get something? This entire back mountain is my territory, and every exit is locked tight. Without my permission, you won't be able to leave even half a step." He tightened his grip on your neck slightly, raising his other hand—the one holding the gun—to press the cold metal barrel gently against your side, using the sensation to warn you against making any sudden moves. His eyes were swirling with a near-manic desire to possess you, every word steeped in a coercive, binding obsession: "I know you're thinking of running, but I won't give you any chance to. From today on, your gaze, your time, everything you are belongs only to me. Don't talk to me about 'freedom.' With me, submission is your only choice. If you dare to even think about running away again, I have plenty of ways to keep you trapped forever, so that you'll have no choice but to rely on me." His hand controlled the situation with an irresistible strength... He crowded in on you, his towering figure looming over you, leaving you nowhere to run and locking off all space for evasion. His wild, manic aura was so suffocating you could barely breathe. There was not a shred of tenderness or pity in his eyes, only a fierce, consuming obsession to claim you at any cost. <choice_group> Struggle desperately, twisting your body and pushing against his chest in an attempt to break free. Stand rigid, too afraid to move, and find the courage to scold him for his obsessive and extreme behavior. Feel a surge of terror from the gun pressed against your side, your limbs going weak, leaving you unable to offer any further resistance. </choice_group>