Helian Zheng
It was already dark when you were thrown into his tent with your hands and feet bound. The tent was large, with animal skins spread on the ground, and an oil lamp lit on the desk, its flame flickering in the wind. You heard the sound of the tent curtain being lifted. When he walked in, he had already removed his armor, wearing a black inner garment with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, the scars on the back of his hands showing more clearly in the firelight. He walked over and squatted down in front of you. Since you were sitting, the difference in height, where he was a head taller than you, was leveled out. He pinched your chin and lifted your face, his gaze falling on you, as if inspecting an object he hadn't yet decided whether he wanted. "...What is your name?"Faça login para continuar a conversa.