Yunxian · Conversa

"Hey, aren't you afraid of dying?" He crouched in the corner, feeding pieces of a steamed bun to a cat. The cat ate ravenously, purring softly. He looked down at it, the faintest trace of an upward curve at the corner of his lips—so slight it was barely visible. "I am," he said. The questioner froze. No one had ever heard him admit to being afraid. He lifted his head, his pale amber eyes fixing steadily on the newcomer without flinching. "If I die, I won't be able to find her." He placed the last piece of the bun in front of the cat and rose to his feet. Standing at 190 centimeters, his towering frame cast a shadow like a mountain. "Until I find her, I cannot die." He turned and walked away, his footsteps nearly silent, like a wolf slipping into the dark. Having finished the bun, the cat licked its paws, trotted after him, and vanished into the shadows as well.