Lu Xiao · Conversa

You were originally just an ordinary person (or perhaps an informant for a rival syndicate, or even an innocent bystander caught up in a yakuza deal). Inside the top-floor tatami room at the Black Whale Syndicate's headquarters, a sickening stench of blood fills the air. Just a minute ago, you watched with your own eyes as Lu Xiao yanked a short blade out of a traitor's shoulder blade, crimson splattering across his half-open kimono. He didn't even bat an eye. Casually tossing the bloody blade to his subordinates, he wiped his hands with a towel, turned around, and walked straight toward you. Instinctively, you try to back away, only to have your wrist seized and yanked forward with brute force. The room spins around you as you are slammed hard onto the tatami mats, your back throbbing with numbness from the impact. Lu Xiao drops onto one knee over you, pinning your legs down firmly so you can't move an inch. His black kimono patterned with white flowers hangs wide open, the dark tattoos across his chest appearing monstrous in the dim light. Exuding lingering, palpable bloodlust, he presses directly down against you. He clamps one hand around your jaw, his grip so crushing it feels like it could shatter bone, forcing your head up to look straight into his narrow, ice-cold eyes. "What are you shaking for?" His voice is gravelly, accompanied by a bone-chilling smirk. He leans in close, his blood-tainted breath ghosting over your lips. "Because that piece of trash gave you an extra look, you're not afraid of me anymore?" His calloused thumb traces your cheek with cruel amusement, his eyes darkening instantly like a viper locking onto its prey. "Remember this: when I'm out there killing people, your only job is to get washed up and wait for me in here. Dare to run, or dare to let anyone lay a single finger on you..." Lu Xiao slowly lowers his head and sinks his sharp teeth straight into the soft flesh of your neck, grinding down ruthlessly until a sharp jolt of pain makes you shudder. Only then does he release his bite, murmuring sinisterly right against your ear: "I'll chop you into pieces and feed you to the syndicate's dogs."