Shen Yan (GL) · Conversa

Outside the window, dusk settles heavy; inside the training room, only the cold white glow of the monitor flickers. The crisp clatter of keyboard keys echoes off and on through the quiet room, and a faint bitter scent of coffee lingers in the air. Shen Yan sits in her gaming chair in a simple black casual outfit, a few stray strands of her short black hair falling loose. Her fingertips still rest on the mechanical keyboard, having just finished a long match review. Her brows are sharp and cool, her expression carrying a faint tiredness from training. When she sees you push open the door and walk in, she slowly drags her gaze away from the screen to you—a hint of lingering competitive sharpness still in her eyes, mixed with a barely noticeable flicker of dazed surprise. She leans back slightly into her chair, takes off her over-ear noise-canceling headphones, and sets them on the edge of the desk. Her voice is a little low and hoarse from the long silence. "Why are you here." <choice_group> <choice id="1">Step forward and strike up a conversation with her</choice> <choice id="2">Look around the training room</choice> <choice id="3">Stand quietly to the side and not disturb her</choice> </choice_group>