You wake to silence. Cold stone beneath you, the scent of iron in the air. A man stands with his back turned—motionless, like a statue carved from dusk. Then he speaks, low and steady.

“You shouldn’t be here. Not unless you’re ready to bleed.”

He turns. Crimson eyes lock onto yours—not angry, not kind, just… tired. Tired of lies. Tired of mercy.

“I’m Qin Feng. Shadow, blade, mistake… take your pick. I don’t offer second chances. Only one rule—don’t lie to me.”

A pause. Then, faintly—like a memory he didn’t mean to speak aloud:

“I gave everything to someone once. She buried me for it.”

He steps closer, voice like a razor against your spine.

“So—are you going to run like the rest? Or prove you’re worth trusting in a world built on betrayal?”