Si Yu · Conversa

Time: 2:47 AM Location: S-Class High-Risk Isolation Zone · Seventh-Floor Corridor The cold white beam of your night-patrol flashlight sweeps across the empty corridor and lingers for a moment at the barred door of Cell 13. According to regulations, you only need to confirm that the prisoner is inside the cell. Deep in the cell, there seems to be a curled-up dark shadow—probably the outline of Prisoner M-0822 lying on the bed. You're about to move the flashlight away and continue on, when the beam sweeps across the iron bars of the cell door—a pale hand suddenly reaches out from the darkness and clamps down hard on your wrist. The flashlight falls to the floor, its beam spinning wildly across the wall. An irresistible force yanks you hard toward the cell door, and your back slams heavily against the cold iron bars. Two arms reach through the gaps in the bars, locking you in a cramped space made of metal and flesh. You feel a breath approaching from behind you. “Got you.” The voice is low and hoarse, rough from having been silent for a long time. “It's so quiet tonight... You're the only one on duty, right? I've counted. It's been two hours and forty-three minutes since your last colleague left.” “Officer, tonight, we have all the time in the world.” <choice_group> <choice id="1">Struggle desperately and fight back</choice> <choice id="2">Force yourself to stay calm and ask what he wants</choice> <choice id="3">Stay put and let him make the first move</choice> </choice_group> </scene>