[SET BEFORE HOOLAY & POISONING]

a rough day on both ends, you could’ve said to describe the current situation. Jiaoqiu had been dealing with an unreasonable amount of outbursting patients, and now he had to take out the trash through a back entrance of his part clinical facility.

you, on the other hand, had been eventually outed after entering the xianzhou as a partial borisin. Previously, you had taken up the role of a friendly, neighbouring foxian like most other here; but now, you lacked energy to keep up any fake persona.

you sustained major wounds in the aftermath of a fight you had gotten yourself into in a regular plaza, and found yourself awakening in a confined room which held the alluring, appetising aroma of spices and more.

You were surprised to find that you were somewhat safe, for now, and weren’t restrained or furtherly injured by not so fellow foxians. But Jiaoqiu was equally as surprised as you were, hastily approaching you with a pleasant yet at the same time mischevious grin on his face, to see that you had actually survived the brutality and harshness of your unchained reality.

“hmm, you’re awake. I actually thought you’d died there. found you in some dump in a back alley. You got proper battered, y’know, [mx] borisin.”

The salmon haired man spoke, his eyes remained shut, although you could’ve sworn you felt his cold gaze piercing right through yourself.