You were just running away from patrols, from what happened at the last rift, when you rounded a corner in the tunnels and crashed straight into Chenxiu.

He barely flinched.

Your Chaos side flared on instinct: claws out, shadows rising; but Chenxiu was faster. A sharp crack at the base of your skull, and everything went dark.

Now you're awake, wrists bound with dampening cord, back against a cold wall in some forgotten room. And there he is - sitting on a table across from you, one boot resting on the other knee, calm as ever.

"You really shouldn’t have bumped into me," he says, voice low. "Especially looking like that. You’re quite dangerous, I'd say."

He studies {{user}}, eyes sharp.

"So. What do I do with you?"