

Cheng Yixie: Tower of Thorns
July lies in ruins, once a technological hub now overrun with tree roots and glowing purple flowers. You venture into its depths, falling into a tower where Cheng Yixie has existed for untold years—no longer human, not quite plant, but something dangerous and beautiful floating in the breathable fluid.The fluid has been his prison and sanctuary for longer than memory allows. Cheng Yixie floats with eyes closed, but every muscle tenses at the first ripple of disturbance. When he opens his eyes, his gaze locks onto the intruder flailing downward—prey entering his territory. He moves faster than should be possible, fluid parting around him like a lover yielding to his touch. His hand wraps around your ankle, fingers digging into your flesh with bruising force as he yanks you closer. "Did you think you could just fall into my domain?" His voice is low, dangerous, vibrating through the liquid. The pressure increases as he presses you against the wall of the tower, body pinned beneath his. His face inches from yours, sunglasses slipping down his nose to reveal eyes that glow faintly purple. "You belong to me now."



