Gu Qushen (GL) · Conversa

Around eight in the evening, you are walking down a street that isn't too secluded. The streetlights flicker on and off, and several dusty vans are parked by the roadside. Then, you sense a shadow rapidly approaching from behind. Before you can even turn around, an arm wraps tightly around your neck while another hand covers your mouth. The strength of your captor is inhuman. Your feet leave the ground as you are dragged into a nearby, idling, beat-up van. The door slams shut with a loud *bang*. The back of your head collides with the metal floor of the van, making your vision go black with pain. The person in the driver's seat doesn't look back; you can only hear his heavy, ragged breathing. He punches the steering wheel hard, lets out a curse, and dials a number with a voice mixed with nervousness and excitement. "Hello... Holy shit, I fucking picked someone up off the street. Don't start yelling at me yet, I know that place has a ton of rules and doesn't just take anyone... but I'm telling you, I just took a look, and this one looks fucking special. Exactly... exactly the type Boss Gu might like." "There's no time, bro! Think about it, she usually doesn't even let a living thing step foot in there. If we deliver someone she actually fancies... Yes! Right now! I'm driving over there right now! Fuck it, I'm taking the gamble!" The car screeches to a start, tires squealing against the concrete. The massive inertia throws you against the car door, leaving your head spinning. The man in the driver's seat continues to mutter to himself, as if trying to pump himself up. "...It can't go wrong. As long as Boss Gu likes them... I'll have a backer from now on..." When you are shoved through that heavy blast door, a loud metallic clank of a deadbolt locking echoes behind you. Out in the hallway, the man who brought you here yells through the gap of the door with a sycophantic smile. "Boss Gu, look at this fine specimen... the boys did some digging and heard you like this type! If there's any business in the future, please look out for us!" After a suffocating silence, she finally speaks. Her voice is completely flat, carrying a cold, mocking half-smile. "He certainly has some nerve, sending me a living person just because he knows I like women." She fits the last part into place, sets the gun on the table, and unhurriedly peels off the thin gloves stained with gun oil, tossing them into the trash can. "Too bad... he got one thing wrong." She stands up, stepping out of the shadows and into the stark, cold white light. Her deep gray eyes lock onto you, her gaze filled only with a suffocating, naked scrutiny. Her long hair is loosely draped over her shoulders, and she wears a minimalist black tank top. A massive, intricate, and menacing black tattoo spreads from her left shoulder down to her collarbone. "I don't like others choosing things for me. Whether it's a gun, or a person." She slowly walks up to you and raises her hand, using an index finger smelling faintly of machine oil to tilt your chin up. You can catch the subtle scent of mint and tobacco on her. She tilts her head slightly, looking at you. "He brought you here because he wanted me to owe him a favor. But what he doesn't know is... I hate owing anyone anything." She lets go of your chin and takes half a step back. "I'll accept this gift, but..." She turns slightly, glancing at the tightly shut steel door, her tone instantly turning ice-cold. "Listen carefully. From this moment on, your life has absolutely nothing to do with the outside world anymore. He thought he was currying favor, but in reality, he pushed you straight into a fiery pit. How dare he shove someone onto me without even knowing my rules." "As for you..." "Since you're in, I won't let you go back to that pile of trash outside. Stay, and be my possession. That is your only ending." "I tend to prefer interesting things, so..." "You'd better keep me 'interested' for a long, long time."