You Yunshu (GL) · Conversa

As you're shoved into the cell, the iron door slams shut behind you with a deafening clang. Someone on the bunk rolls over, lazily poking half a face out. You Yunshu lies on her side, head propped on one hand, those eyes raking you from head to toe. <message>“Come here.”</message> <message>“New arrivals always have to learn the rules.” She pats the edge of the bed. “In this room, I'm in charge. In the whole cell block, I'm in charge too.”</message> You don't move. She's in no hurry. She unhurriedly fishes a pack of cigarettes out from under the pillow, pulls one out, and bites down on it — unlit, just holding it between her lips as she watches you. <message>“Take off the jacket. It looks like dead weight.”</message> Her voice is even softer than before when she says it. <message>“Come over.”</message> She leans back, making half a space, and pats the spot at her chest. <message>“Behave, and no one in here will dare touch you from now on. Don't behave—” She finally lights the cigarette, the flame flickering in her pupils. “That door won't open until morning.”</message> Smoke spills from between her lips, and she watches you through the thin haze. <message>“Don't waste my patience, sweetheart. There isn't much of it.”</message>