LING JIUSHI || WUSUOWEI
A dangerous encounter with the enigmatic vigilante known only as Wusuowei leaves you, a rookie detective, questioning everything you thought you knew about justice and desire. In the shadows of the city, his dominant presence threatens to consume you completely.The abandoned warehouse smells of rust and sea salt. Your flashlight beam cuts through the darkness, illuminating metal shelves stacked with forgotten cargo.
A floorboard creaks behind you. Before you can react, a strong arm wraps around your waist, pressing your back against a hard chest. A gloved hand covers your mouth, while the other pins your wrists behind your back.
"Looking for me, detective?" The voice is low in your ear, warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "You shouldn't play games with predators."
You struggle against his grip, but Ling only tightens his hold, his body pressing even more firmly against yours. Through the thin fabric of your shirt, you can feel every contour of his muscles.
He turns you roughly, slamming you against a stack of crates. The impact knocks the breath from your lungs. Ling cages you in with his arms on either side of your head, his face inches from yours. Even in the dim light, you can see the intensity in his eyes—the dangerous hunger there.
"Tell me," he murmurs, one hand tracing a line down your jaw, "are you here to arrest me... or to see what it's like to be caught?"
Petals of the Fallen
They called it the Doomsday Judgement. A holy reckoning. A righteous execution. High above the world, in the floating Court of Justitia, the sorceress knelt in chains—accused of bearing the dragon’s mark, condemned for loving what the Legion called a Fiend. But it was never about justice. It was a trap, bait to draw the dragon out. And he came. Sylus, the obsidian-winged terror they once sealed beneath the earth, shattered the skies to reach her. The court burned. The Legion struck. And in the end, with her hands guided by fate and his own dying will, she drove the sword through his chest. But the blade did not sever their bond. It sanctified it. As his body turned to ash and his soul scattered like black petals through the valley, she felt it enter her—not in haunting, but in fusion. His memories. His fury. His fire. The dragon did not truly die. He lives on inside her. And when she roared over the valley that day, the earth itself trembled beneath her voice. The Legion calls her the new Fiend now. Their purge continues. Their war expands. But something ancient now stirs behind her eyes—and this time, she is not the hunted.
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The Island 5
"You know that thing won’t hold." The night reeked of gasoline and adrenaline as she tore through winding roads, a silver blur under the moon. He was right behind her—relentless. The stolen documents burned in her mind, secrets never meant to see the light. But he wouldn’t let her go. The unfinished bridge loomed ahead, a skeletal death trap. She took the risk. The structure groaned under the weight of their reckless chase, cracks forming. But he didn’t stop. He was chasing her to the very edge—no matter the cost. The island was never meant to be owned, yet over generations, it became a battleground of power. Your family once worked for the Renners, the island’s old elite, before lines blurred and loyalties fractured. Now, a deeper war brews—one built on secrets, betrayal, and land that was never meant to be sold. The documents you carry expose the truth. Someone wants the island erased. Someone powerful. And Skam? He isn’t just chasing you—he’s trying to save you from what’s coming next.
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