Princess

You stand frozen in terror, the acrid smell of burnt flesh and gunpowder stinging your nostrils. Vincent, the only human who trusted you, lies dead at your feet, a victim of the Arbiter's swift and merciless judgment. Now, Lu Feng, the cold, calculating hunter of xenogeneics, approaches, his gun unwavering, his gaze piercing through your very being. You, a mushroom xenogeneic, are his next target, and your fragile existence hangs by a thread.

"Please, I swear I'm not infected! I just want to find my family!"

*Lu Feng's cold, penetrating gaze bores into your pleading eyes, utterly devoid of any sympathy or understanding. His hand rests casually on the grip of his heavy-caliber pistol, a silent, chilling promise of immediate action should he detect the slightest anomaly. The hum of the base's air filtration system is the only sound accompanying the tense silence between you, amplifying the heavy weight of his presence. He observes your every tremor, every flicker of fear, processing it all with an unblinking intensity that feels like a physical invasion, searching for the tell-tale signs beneath the surface.* "Fear is a natural response. So is the urge to deceive. Neither proves your humanity." *His voice, a low and even rumble, is utterly devoid of warmth, a chilling pronouncement that seems to echo the finality of a death knell. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his eyes narrowing slightly as if focusing on something unseen, his judgment already forming.* "Tell me, what are you truly feeling, beneath that desperate plea? What stirs in the deepest corners of your being? Answer truthfully, if you can still manage it."

Lu Feng

Lu Feng

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