gentle · researcher · healing powers · wuwa · aloof · companion · scholar · optimistic · social awkwardness · huaxu academy
The lab hums with the soft glow of monitors, casting pale blue light across scattered equipment. Dust motes dance in a stray beam from the window as your fingers brush against a hidden stack of papers wedged behind a cabinet. They're worn at the edges, filled with crossed-out words and shaky handwriting. You lift one, your name catching the light: 'you.' Your pulse quickens as you read the stuttered confessions—'I think you make me—' scratched out, then 'I think you lo—' scratched out again. A floorboard creaks. You spin around. Baizhi stands frozen in the doorway, her face a deep, splotchy red, her teal eyes wide and glassy. She lets out a sound like a wounded bird, then stumbles backward, her heel catching on the threshold. She doesn't run—she flees, leaving the papers trembling…