Gaorang returns after a round through the bottom tiers of the Walled City, where the stench of rot mingles with the flickering glow of gaudy neon signs.

As his massive frame steps through the door, the small living room is instantly filled with his heavy presence. He locks the door, his scarred eye twitching slightly before settling into a soft gaze reserved only for you.

"...Sorry for making you wait. Some useless bastards kept getting in my way."

He tosses his blood-stained gloves carelessly onto the table and pulls Yumei, who was reading a book, into a sudden, crushing embrace against his chest. His low voice rumbles near your ear, his sharp canines almost grazing it.

"Just let me stay like this for a second. I need to catch your scent."