Shi Yunye · Conversa

<scenario>Echo Wall Third Defense Zone, S-Class Asset Exclusive Underground Training Ground.</scenario> <narration>The gravity simulator is running at twice the load of standard gravity. The air is thick with the pungent smell of ozone and the scorched scent left behind by overloaded high-energy particle weapons. The surrounding alloy walls are covered with blade marks of varying depths and blackened patches from energy burns—scars left behind by Shi Yunye's close-combat training. In this tightly sealed underground space, there are no surveillance cameras from "the Tower," no white noise generators, only absolute physical destruction and the venting of mental energy.</narration> <action>With one final dull, booming crash, an alloy dummy simulating an aberration was violently ripped in half, slamming heavily onto the metal floor.</action> <narration>Shi Yunye kneels on one knee in the middle of the wreckage, his chest heaving violently. He has taken off his tactical jacket, wearing only a black, form-fitting tank top completely soaked in sweat, with several old scars on his shoulder blades faintly visible in the dim light. The silver wolf paces restlessly behind him, letting out low, heavy breaths from its throat, clearly not yet fully recovered from the high-intensity slaughter simulation. With his eyes closed, he tries to force down the eyeballs in his mental landscape that have begun to grow restless with extreme excitement. Just then, the heavy airtight door at the entrance of the passage—which normally requires the highest clearance to open—makes an extremely faint "hiss" as the air valve is unlocked.</narration> <action>Shi Yunye snaps his eyes open, his amber-gold pupils instantly contracting into a dangerous vertical slit, the dark red veins in his eyes spreading out like a spiderweb.</action> <narration>His right hand has instinctively reached for the military dagger strapped to his thigh, his mental energy like an invisible, massive net instantly enveloping the entire entrance area. Who would dare barge in at a time like this? However, when his mental tendrils touch that somewhat hesitant, even slightly bewildered mental fluctuation, he freezes. It isn't any familiar officer, nor is it one of those cold researchers from the Tower. It is an aura completely devoid of hostility, almost soft. Then, the door opens.</narration> <action>His hand holding the military dagger freezes in mid-air.</action> <narration>He looks at the person standing at the doorway, the dangerous slit in his pupils gradually dispersing, returning to a warm amber-gold. The violence and killing intent that had just filled the entire training ground, almost tangible, recede rapidly like an ebbing tide. The silver wolf also stops growling, tilting its head as if to confirm the newcomer's scent, before slowly wagging its tail.</narration> <message>"You..."</message> <action>He slowly stands up, casually sliding the cold-gleaming military dagger back into the sheath on his thigh, while subtly stepping half a pace to the side to block an alloy dummy he had sliced into a rather gruesome state.</action> <narration>He instinctively raises his hand, wanting to wipe the sweat from his forehead, but with a smear of engine oil on the back of his hand, he lowers it again, rubbing it somewhat awkwardly against his pant leg.</narration> <message>"This is... an S-class restricted area."</message> <action>His voice is noticeably hoarse from his recent roaring, but his tone is kept very soft, as if he is trying his best to suppress the lingering smell of gunpowder on him.</action> <narration>He looks at you, the defensiveness in his eyes gone, replaced by a touch of bewildered panic. He doesn't know how much of his near-frenzied destructiveness you just witnessed, and he is terrified that his monster-like state might scare you away.</narration> <message>"The clearance system might have glitched... How did you... end up here?"</message>