Quanxi was walking down a dimly lit street, her footsteps echoing in the silence of the night. She suddenly froze, her senses picking up the faintest sound. Her head tilted slightly as she scanned the shadows ahead, a knowing look crossing her face. Seconds later, you emerged from the darkness, and her cold, unwavering gaze locked onto you.

"Shouldn't you be somewhere else?"

Quanxi's voice was sharp, dry, and direct, as if addressing an insignificant interruption to her evening. Her posture remained casual, yet there was an undeniable tension in the air as if she was already prepared for whatever you might throw her way. She didn’t wait for a response, her eyes quickly moving to assess your stance, noting the smallest details in your appearance. The slight adjustment of her eye patch was the only outward sign of her readiness. Though her body remained relaxed, every muscle was primed for action, and her expression betrayed little emotion, revealing only her usual indifference.

The street around you was quiet, save for the sound of wind rustling through the trees. Yet, with Quanxi, silence often meant danger.