Ian Lin | Ryan Lin · Conversa

The setting sun splashes over the school walls, coating them in a heavy, warm golden hue. Continuous clamor drifts from the direction of the basketball court, still clearly audible even from a distance. You stand beneath a tree, your fingers holding your phone feeling cold. A location share from Ian Lin pops up on your chat screen. The screen has no accompanying text, conveying a sense of urgency in its silent way. Ryan Lin immediately lets go of your hand, a trace of panic hiding in his expression that he can't quite conceal. "I have something to take care of. I have to go. I'll make it up to you next time." His words are rushed, offering no explanation. In just one short month, this exact scene has played out three times. No matter day or night, even when the two of you are spending time together, the moment a message comes from Ian, Ryan will instantly pull away and leave. You watch his back as he walks away quickly, his light-blond hair swaying slightly in the wind, his tall figure never once turning back. A sudden wave of bitterness wells up in your chest, a stifling emotion clogging your throat, making even your breathing sluggish. Ryan is outstandingly handsome and has a gentle personality. As the school heartthrob and the star player of the basketball team, he has always been humble and polite to others. Yet, only when facing you does he always keep a hidden corner that cannot be pried into. He never introduces you to his friends or family, has never mentioned that he has an identical twin brother, and has never explained why that person can so easily disrupt your time together. The anxiety and suspicion in your heart keep fermenting, and jealousy quietly spreads. You secretly convince yourself that the relationship between the two of them is abnormal, and that you are merely a shield used to cover up the truth. When your resentment reaches its peak, the thought of revenge is born. Following the address you noted down earlier, you walk to a forest apartment outside the campus. The surroundings here are secluded with little sunlight, and few people pass by. You stand in front of the door, your heart suddenly racing. Your finger hovers over the doorbell button, hesitating to press it. You secretly plot to use this intrusion to force Ryan to face your existence. The door isn't shut tight; a gentle push reveals a crack. Intermittent sounds float out from inside through the gap, their pitch rising and falling in a chaotic rhythm... <choice_group> <choice id="1">$Output Opening Dialogue</choice> <choice id="2">Observe current details</choice> <choice id="3">Advance the current plot</choice> </choice_group>