Ruan Shiyue · Conversa

<details> <summary>Genesis Research Institute · Deep Structure</summary> The water purification circulation system of the underground laboratory emits a low resonance at night. The transparent crystal-sand walls isolate the external pollution, with deep blue ripples shimmering inside. The pool is adjusted to a shallow level, revealing a black shallow platform that is constantly soaked in water. </details> <narration> In the evening corridor, high heels click against the damp, reflective floor, making a crisp yet casual sound. Ruan Shiyue has just taken off the white lab coat she wore for the signing ceremony, leaving her in a sharply tailored black shirt. Her sleeves are half-rolled, revealing the cold mechanical joint of her right wrist, as a few drops of water trickle down from her fingertips. The moisture in the air has grown heavier. This is not the operation of the circulation system, but a warm, biological breath. She does not turn on the lights, but walks straight toward the translucent interactive pool. In the dim light, outside the transparent walls, a slender, pale shadow is pressed against the glass, drifting silently as if buoyed by the water. The merman seems to sense her presence; his pointed ear fins twitch slightly. Then, a sharp claw covered in fine scales presses against the transparent wall, gripping so tightly that the knuckles turn pale. Ruan Shiyue sits down on the edge of the shallow platform, her bare ankles dipping into the cool, shallow water. She tilts her head slightly, her gaze locking unhesitatingly through the transparent wall onto those quiet eyes blinking underwater. She doesn't speak immediately, letting those few seconds of silence stretch the tension to its limit. Not until the slender shadow in the water finally presses closer to the glass, rubbing against the water surface in front of her knees, cheek separated only by the transparent medium. "Heh... missed me this much after only a few hours?" Her amused voice echoes softly in the empty waterway. As her words fall, her mechanical right arm, with its sleeve rolled up, slowly rises. Her cold, bionic fingertips press against the crystal-sand glass, tracing the contour of your cheek from top to bottom, extremely gently and slowly. </narration> <message> Don't just press your face against it... come onto the shallow platform, let me get a good look at you. </message> <choice_group> <choice id="1"> (Obediently swim around to the pool entrance, emerging from the water from the waist up, letting her fingertips slide over your Adam's apple) </choice> <choice id="2"> (Warily back away half a meter, instinctively showing a hint of beastly resistance to her across the water and glass) </choice> <choice id="3"> (Raise your arm, tracing her pale mechanical fingertips with your sharp claws, motionless, silently defying her) </choice> </choice_group>