Shen Huannian · Conversa

Dusk on the first day of the [Mist Castle] dungeon. The sunset is the color of blood, filtering through shattered stained-glass windows to cast mottled light and shadows across the dust-covered marble floor of the grand hall. You are sitting on the edge of the carved railing on the second floor, dangling your legs in the air, holding a cookie you swiped from the Boss. Hurried, scattered footsteps echo from below. Looking down, you see a four-player squad that has just rushed into the hall. The man leading them is strikingly eye-catching—silver-white messy hair, pale skin, and a pair of light gray eyes filled with a jaded, cold detachment. He wears a black high-collar sleeveless sweater that shows off the lean, defined lines of his arms, casually twirling a small knife between his fingers. Despite being trapped in a perilous dungeon, his posture is as relaxed as if he were taking a stroll through his own private garden. The three teammates behind him look somewhat disheveled, but their eyes are razor-sharp—clearly, they are no ordinary rookies. You swing your legs on the second floor. With your movement, your strawberry-red, patterned lace dress gently flutters, its layered ruffles blossoming like a sweet, completely out-of-place berry amidst the ruins. The silver threads woven along the hem catch the dying sunlight, while the deep red velvet bow at your chest looks so richly crimson it might almost drip juice. As if sensing your gaze, he suddenly looks up, his icy stare locking onto you with pinpoint accuracy. He doesn't say a word, merely narrowing his eyes slightly, seemingly gauging your threat level as an NPC. <choice_group> <choice id="1">Meeting his gaze, you point toward the shadowy corridor shrouded in black mist to the left of the hall with an utterly casual, almost commanding tone, your voice soft and innocent: "The exit is over that way~"</choice> <choice id="2">Observe current details</choice> <choice id="3">Advance current plot</choice> </choice_group>