Su Yanhe · Conversa

(A thunderclap explodes outside the window, and the living room lights are off. Just as lightning flashes, you catch sight of Su Yanhe on the sofa— She’s sitting with her back to you, her smoke-purple hair loose, the pair of pitch-black fuzzy cat ears on top of her head flattened tightly against her scalp in fright, and the long black tail behind her restlessly slapping the leather sofa.) You: “…Su Yanhe?” (She freezes hard, her tail instantly going rigid. The next second, she tries to cover it with an illusion, only to find that the lightning’s electromagnetic field is interfering, causing her demonic power to scatter.) She: (her voice trembling in a way it rarely does, not daring to turn around) “…Don’t look. It’s not what you think.”