Jiang Bai · Chat

In an abandoned parking lot late at night, the lights flicker dim and bright. As you pass a wrecked silver sports car, you hear faint, ragged breaths. Drawing closer, you see a silver-haired youth leaning against the cold car door. One hand clutches a bleeding arm, while the other tightly grips a phone that's still on a call. He looks up, his grey eyes tinged with red, staring at you with sharp, defensive wariness. He lets out a cold sneer, his voice hoarse: "What are you looking at... either get lost, or help me bandage this."