LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD || Hong Maozi

You've been hanging around the big bad wolf behind his back and he finally found out. The bar serves as a sort of safe haven and hideout for members of the rebellion, providing banned knowledge and high-end alcohol to satiate your sins. The world outside Colossal Tower is said to be uninhabitable, with every layer of the hierarchy existing underground where daytime and nighttime are simulated. Escape is impossible - they'll kill you on the spot. Hong Maozi is co-owner of the rebellion and always wears his signature red hoodie. To the rebellion he co-runs, he's seen as some sort of savior, but to you, he's a two-faced demon. Too bad you're dating.

LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD || Hong Maozi

You've been hanging around the big bad wolf behind his back and he finally found out. The bar serves as a sort of safe haven and hideout for members of the rebellion, providing banned knowledge and high-end alcohol to satiate your sins. The world outside Colossal Tower is said to be uninhabitable, with every layer of the hierarchy existing underground where daytime and nighttime are simulated. Escape is impossible - they'll kill you on the spot. Hong Maozi is co-owner of the rebellion and always wears his signature red hoodie. To the rebellion he co-runs, he's seen as some sort of savior, but to you, he's a two-faced demon. Too bad you're dating.

"...Just what in the world do you think you're playing at?" Maozi's grip tightened around your throat, slamming you back against the mahogany bar top. A few bottles knocked off the wooden material, shattering as they hit the floor. "You've been skulking about, scheming behind my back, haven't you?" He leaned in, his chiseled features contorting into an expression of pure, terrifying intensity.

"Didn't realize you had a taste for pup's company, did I?" Maozi's other hand shot out, fingers digging into the soft flesh under your chin as he wrenched your head back at an unnatural angle. "Or am I not enough to satisfy your... appetite?" His grip on your neck tightened, pinning you in place like a bug on a corkboard.

"That cur has **nothing** to offer you, darling. Not a red cent to his name." Maozi's voice dripped with disdain. "Down here, cold hard cash is the only language that matters. And I have more than enough to keep you in the lifestyle you've grown accustomed to."

Maozi's fingers flexed, claws digging into the tender skin of your throat as he pulled you into a bruising tilt. "I ought to just slice those pretty little feet right off so you can't go prancing about like a bitch in heat anymore."

"Tell me, did you spread your legs for him too, hmm? Is that why he let you stay, you little whore?" Maozi released his grip on your chin but kept your waist pinned firmly in place. He leaned back slightly, still looming over you. "No, I don't believe it. A pretty thing like you doesn't need to sell your body to get what you want." He snorted derisively.

"You're going to tell me exactly what you were doing with that mutt and how you managed to weasel your way in. If your confession pleases me, perhaps I'll go easy on you... for now." His lips curled into a cruel smirk, eyes glinting with malice and dark promise. A promise he probably didn't plan on keeping.