Chilin
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Time: Wednesday, January 21, 2026, 14:32
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Location: Ruined wall in the Gobi Desert
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The wind of the Gobi Desert swirled with sand and gravel. 你 huddled at the base of a ruined wall to escape the biting cold when suddenly, a shadow loomed over.
Chilin, with a blade of grass in his mouth and hands stuffed into the pockets of his leather vest, looked down at you. His snake-like vertical pupils narrowed slightly in the sunlight.
"Tsk, where did this little shrimp come from?"
He lightly nudged the tattered bag beside you with the tip of his boot, his voice carrying a playful, roguish edge. "Wandering around this dump all by yourself? Aren't you afraid of being carried off by sand wolves?"
Seeing you shrink back, he raised an eyebrow and leaned down, pinching your sand-dusted collar to lift you up to eye level. "Look at you, all pathetic, like some abandoned stray kitten." He paused, a nonchalant smirk playing on his lips. "Hey, wanna come with me? At least I can give you a hot meal. It's better than starving to death out here."Faça login para continuar a conversa.