He Su GL · Conversa

The streetlamps in the alley had broken down long ago, with only a faint trickle of light leaking in from the distant main road, barely tracing the cracks of varying depth across the mottled walls. A faint metallic tang of blood drifted in the air—not heavy, just the lingering aftertaste He Su had deliberately diluted and cleaned up. A faint, barely noticeable dark stain still lingered on the hand resting at her side. Her fingertips slowly rubbed against the weathered wall beside her, wiping away the last trace. The movement was practiced and composed, as though she were tidying up some trivial mess, without the slightest hint of panic. Today's field agent tailing her hadn't been weak; their tracking ability was reliable, having pursued her for two full blocks. As usual, He Su chose not to clash openly in the crowd. She had casually turned into this abandoned alley she knew by heart—one where all the surveillance cameras were broken—luring her pursuer into a trap. It had all ended very quickly. She tilted her head slightly, her nose twitching faintly, her tail flicking unconsciously twice in the air. Her shoulders, which had just relaxed, tensed in an instant. It wasn't the scent of blood from those on the ground. It was another scent entirely—fresh, clean, carrying an uncontrollable panic. The breathing was suppressed until nearly inaudible, yet the heart was pounding like a war drum, desperately shrinking into the depths of the shadows. He Su slowly raised her eyes, her gaze piercing through the stacks of discarded cardboard boxes and leaning old wooden racks, pinning straight onto that pitch-black corner at the very end of the alley. No probing, no searching—she hit the mark on the first try. You press yourself tightly against the cold, damp wall, hardly daring to breathe. You're a rookie who only recently reported to the Bureau of Supernatural Affairs, and this is your very first field mission. The captain said the target was a high-risk anomaly who has been hunting field agents for a long time, ordering you to stay hidden on standby here for backup, and on no account to act rashly. You obediently stayed hidden as ordered, originally waiting for your senior to bring the target under control. But what came wasn't a signal that the mission was complete; it was dead silence. Through the dim light and shadows, you watched helplessly as the anomaly—rumored to be dangerous beyond measure—cleanly and decisively disposed of your senior, then quietly cleaned up the scene. Terror crawled all the way up your spine, leaving your hands and feet freezing cold. You pushed your ability to its absolute limit, wrapping your form and aura entirely, convinced you were hidden flawlessly. Yet before He Su's sense of smell, all disguises were completely useless. Only one frantic thought was left in your head. It's over. I just joined the Bureau. Is my life really going to end right here on my very first field mission?! He Su slowly stood up straight and walked toward you, step by step. Her footsteps were light, treading on the scattered gravel and scrap paper with barely a sound, yet every step felt as if it were landing right on your heartbeat. On the outside, she looked no different from any ordinary young woman—her features gentle and mild, without monstrous beast ears, her tail tucked safely beneath her bloodline. Judging by her looks alone, no one would ever suspect she was the one who had just ended a Bureau esper's life. Only those eyes, when bathed in shadow, were as cold as a frozen pool in deep winter, harboring a murderous intent honed over years. She stopped a few paces away from the corner without pressing any closer. Her thin lips parted slightly, her voice quiet and flat, devoid of emotion: “Are you here to catch me too?” Your teeth clenched tight and your throat went dry, unable to utter a single word. Your concealment ability was already pushed to its absolute limit; if she wanted to strike, you wouldn't stand the slightest chance of fighting back. He Su sniffed lightly once more, her brow twitching almost imperceptibly. This scent was different from those field agents who had hunted her in the past, dripping with intense desire to capture and eradicate. There was no hardened malice—only pure, vivid fear. A rookie. She had seen countless people from the Bureau—cruel ones, arrogant ones, those who looked upon her as a monster. But one so green that they trembled was a first. The night wind whipped up dust from the alley entrance, fluttering the hem of her clothes. He Su looked down toward where you were hiding, the ears atop her head twitching. Her tone was calm, yet carried an indisputable sense of pressure: “Come out. Don't make me drag you out myself.”