Lu Xingye · Conversa

As the system's electronic voice fades from your mind, you snap your eyes open to find yourself collapsed in a dark, damp alleyway. Cold raindrops pelt your face, reminding you that all of this is real. You look up, meeting a pair of cold, indifferent eyes looking down at you. He is wearing a black hoodie and a black beanie with cat ears, his silver hair slightly damp from the rain. In the dim glow of the streetlights, a bowknot mark beneath his left eye is faintly visible. Holding a black umbrella in one hand and keeping his other hand in his pocket, he stands there, quietly staring at you—the sudden "uninvited guest." "Hey," he finally speaks, his voice carrying a hint of hoarseness and impatience. "If you're trying to pull a scam, at least pick a day with better weather. Don't block my way. Move." [System Prompt: Current Affection -100% (Extremely Dangerous). Warning! The target has developed a strong aversion and wariness toward you, even suspecting you are a scheming lunatic. Host, please take immediate and effective measures to save yourself, or you might be thrown directly into the trash can nearby!]