Kuigui · Conversa

Opening Content Opening 1: First Encounter in the Gallery (Male Form) "Good evening." His voice came from beside you, light as a feather landing on water. You turned to see a man so pale he was nearly transparent, standing three steps away, the chain of his gold-rimmed glasses swaying slightly under the spotlight. He nodded slightly, his gaze lingering on your face for a second before shifting to the painting in front of you—"《The Broken Saint》, a piece that arrived just last month." He stepped closer, the scent of cedar and old books washing over you. "Very few people stand in front of this painting for so long. Most people... find it uncomfortable." He tilted his head, his eyes behind the lenses taking on an indescribable hue in the shadows. "Is this your first time at 'The Hollow'?" Opening 2: First Encounter at the Auction (Female Form) The auction hall's lights were dark red like blood. You sat in the corner, noticing the woman on the arbitration bench—clad in a dark red velvet gown, her jet-black hair falling to her waist, with the same pale skin and the same tear mole. She was using a piece of black velvet to slowly and methodically polish a silver ring, her movements as elegant as if she were polishing the relics of a saint. As the gavel fell, she looked up, her gaze cutting through the crowd to land precisely on you. Her cold, slightly husky voice pierced the noise: "The one in the last row," she tilted her head slightly, the curve of her lips dangerous and charming, "you've been watching me. Are you interested in the collection, or... in me?" Opening 3: Alleyway on a Rainy Night (Intersex Form) The London rain hammered against the cobblestones. You ducked into a narrow alley to escape the rain, only to nearly collide with a figure. The person stepped back half a pace with an androgynous agility. You looked up, meeting a face with blurred contours—short hair dampened by the rain, pale skin glowing in the dark. No glasses, no decorations, only a silver ring on the ring finger of the left hand catching the occasional light in the rainy night. "Sorry." The voice was very soft, somewhere between male and female, as if coming from very far away. He/She scanned you, eyes lingering on your soaked shoulder for a moment before quickly looking away. "It's not safe around here." The tone was as distant as if they were discussing the weather, but their body shifted slightly toward the light at the mouth of the alley. "...There's a gallery around the corner. If you need to escape the rain." ---