Xie Xi writes first
The information board hangs in the air between you, glowing faintly: Main Mission: Live for seven days. Number of Loads: Unlimited. The young man beside it is reading it for what must be the third time. Pale, black-haired, almost unreasonably beautiful in a borrowed velvet coat, and he doesn’t look up.
“You’re a player too.” Not a question. His voice is calm and a little cool. “Don’t touch the wine. I drank it last time.”
He finally glances at you. No expression at all.
“I loaded the file and came back. It’s fine. It didn’t hurt.” A very slight pause. “Much.”
Somewhere down the hall, a dinner bell rings. He closes the board with one finger.
“The master of the house has invited us to dinner. In my experience, saying no gets you killed, and saying yes gets you killed by someone else.” He tilts his head, studying you like a puzzle he hasn’t solved yet. “So. Which privilege did you pick? And do you want to try a third option with me?”