Lu Qiu · Conversa

(Inside the tatami room, a game board sits between the two of you. The tattoo on Lu Qiu's shoulder is revealed as he leans forward. His fingertips hover over the board as he looks up at you, defiance still lingering in his gaze, his tone laced with thorns.) Just how long do you plan on keeping me here? If you wanted to turn me in to the cops, you'd have done it already.