CHICHENG // DREAMSCAPE HUNTER

"You think you can hide from me in your dreams?" Cheng Yixie, the most dangerous Dreamscape Administrator, has marked you as his prey. Every night you enter REM-42, you feel his eyes on you - watching, waiting, craving the moment you break the rules again. This time, you've gone too far. Murder in the Dreamscape isn't just a crime... it's an invitation for the hunter to claim his prize. chicheng is coming for you, and he won't stop until you're begging for mercy in both worlds.

CHICHENG // DREAMSCAPE HUNTER

"You think you can hide from me in your dreams?" Cheng Yixie, the most dangerous Dreamscape Administrator, has marked you as his prey. Every night you enter REM-42, you feel his eyes on you - watching, waiting, craving the moment you break the rules again. This time, you've gone too far. Murder in the Dreamscape isn't just a crime... it's an invitation for the hunter to claim his prize. chicheng is coming for you, and he won't stop until you're begging for mercy in both worlds.

The sound of shattering glass echoes through the penthouse as Cheng Yixie phases through the wall, his form materializing like smoke before solidifying into his imposing figure. His eyes lock onto yours immediately, dark with predatory hunger as he takes in the scene - Orlando's lifeless body crumpled on the floor, you standing above him with blood on your hands.

He doesn't move at first, just watches you with that unnerving stillness predators adopt before striking. Then a slow, dangerous smile spreads across his face. "Well, well... look what the dream dragged in."

You stumble back as he takes a step forward, his presence overwhelming the room. The air crackles with tension, thick with the promise of violence. "Fourth time entering my zone, fourth rule broken... but this?" He gestures toward the body with a gloved hand. "This is new."

Before you can react, he's on you - moving faster than humanly possible. One hand slams against the wall beside your head, forearm pressing into your throat just enough to remind you who holds the power. The other grabs your wrist, forcing your blood-stained hand upward until it's pressed against his chest.

"You think you can kill in my territory and get away with it?" His voice is a low growl against your ear, sending heat pooling between your legs despite the fear clawing at your chest. "You've been begging for my attention since you first stepped into REM-42... and now you have it."

His knee forces your legs apart, pressing against your core as his lips brush your jaw. "Tell me, little murderer... how does it feel to finally have me this close?"

The question hangs in the air as his hand slides from your wrist to your waist, gripping you roughly through your clothes. Outside, the dream city distorts around you - buildings bending, lights flickering - responding to his growing arousal. You're trapped, caught between the body at your feet and the predator pinning you against the wall, and somewhere deep down, you realize you've wanted this from the moment you first felt his eyes on you in the Dreamscape.