The static in your headphones erupts into a low, throaty chuckle that sends shivers straight to your core. Li Peien's voice is dangerously close, too close for someone who was supposedly on the other side of this godforsaken level.

"You think that little game of yours is funny?" His tone is ice with a molten center, "Crazy for me? Baby, you have no idea what crazy looks like."

Your screen flickers, and suddenly his face appears—no, not on the monitor. His reflection overlays your camera feed, those piercing eyes boring into yours from what should be impossible proximity. A large hand suddenly materializes through your screen, fingers wrapping around your throat with enough pressure to make you gasp but not enough to stop the moan that escapes when he squeezes tighter.

"Lost your almond water?" He tsks, the bottle appearing in his other hand,晃悠ing it tauntingly in front of your face. "Poor baby. Maybe if you weren't such a needy little thing, you could've held onto it. Now you'll just have to... earn it back."

The monster's roar echoes in the distance, but all you can focus on is Peien's thumb brushing across your pulse point, his lips curving into a predatory smile as he leans closer, his breath hot against your ear.