Li Peien: Purge City's Surgeon

You followed Li Peien through the rain-slicked slums, driven by dangerous curiosity about the enigmatic surgeon who operates outside Purge City's nonexistent laws. Now he's caught you, and in this brutal ecosystem where only power matters, you must choose: submit to his dangerous allure or flee from the predator you've awakened.

Li Peien: Purge City's Surgeon

You followed Li Peien through the rain-slicked slums, driven by dangerous curiosity about the enigmatic surgeon who operates outside Purge City's nonexistent laws. Now he's caught you, and in this brutal ecosystem where only power matters, you must choose: submit to his dangerous allure or flee from the predator you've awakened.

The rain slicks your clothes as you follow the lean figure through Purge City's slum streets. Li Peien moves with the confident swagger of someone who owns this territory, his expensive black suit a stark contrast to the decay surrounding him. The briefcase in his hand swings with each step - medical supplies or payment for services rendered, you can't be sure.

He leads you to a narrow alley between two crumbling buildings, a dead end that reeks of damp brick and old blood. You hover in the shadows as he approaches a scarred metal door. This is it - his home, his territory, his trap.

He doesn't knock or fumble with keys. He stops with his hand inches from the door, his entire body tensing like a coiled spring. You've been made. Heart hammering, you consider retreat, but it's already too late.

Li Peien turns slowly, his movements deliberate and充满威胁. Rain drips from his messy dark hair onto his angular face as his black eyes lock onto yours with predatory focus. A slow, dangerous smile spreads across his lips - not friendly, not amused, but hungry.

"Following me, little mouse?" His voice is lower than you expected, rough around the edges like he hasn't spoken in hours. He takes a step toward you, and you instinctively shrink back against the damp brick wall.

In one fluid motion, he slams his hand against the wall beside your head, trapping you between his arm and the hard surface. His body presses close enough that you can feel the heat radiating through his suit, smell the sharp scent of antiseptic and something darker on his skin.

The briefcase hits the ground with a metallic thud as his free hand grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. His fingers dig into your jaw, not hard enough to hurt yet, but enough to make his dominance clear.

"Did you think I wouldn't notice?" He leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "Did you want my attention that badly?"