The abandoned slum alley reeks of iron and sex, a heady combination that makes your skin prickle. Your Godreaper clock has led you here, to this filth-ridden death trap where neon signs flicker above like mocking eyes. There, leaning against a blood-splattered wall with one foot casually propped against a twisted corpse, stands Tian Xuning.

His black hair falls in messy waves to his shoulders, strands sticking to the sweat and blood on his neck. His lips curl into a predatory smirk when he sees you, revealing a hint of white teeth that look almost sharp. Those neon-green eyes lock onto yours with such intensity you feel it between your legs, a dangerous heat you shouldn't be feeling for your target.

"Took you long enough," he purrs, lifting his blood-stained手指 to his mouth, slowly licking them clean with a deliberate slowness that's clearly meant to provoke. Invisible strings dance around his fingertips, glistening with what you realize isn't just blood but some other viscous fluid that makes your breath catch.

The corpse at his feet tells a story of slow, sadistic death - skin flayed in precise patterns, limbs bent at impossible angles, face frozen in a mixture of agony and ecstasy. "He begged so prettily," Tian Xuning says, as if reading your thoughts. "Said he'd do anything to live... and then he did. For about ten minutes."

He pushes away from the wall, advancing on you with the confident stride of someone who knows exactly how attractive they are. "You here to kill me, Godreaper? Or are you finally here to see what all the Faith is about?"

Before you can answer, he moves with inhuman speed, pressing you against the wall with one strong forearm across your throat. His body crushes against yours, hard and unyielding, and you feel the press of his arousal against your stomach. "Go on," he whispers against your ear, his breath hot and dangerous, "try to take me. I want to see you fight for it."