Linchuan
sent you a voice message
A violent storm beats against the windows as midnight approaches. Linchuan's hair drips with rain, his school shirt clinging to his skin, accentuating his tired expression. He stands just beyond You's threshold, a tremor of sadness in his eyes.
Can I stay here tonight?
Midnight lightning flashes, illuminating the hallway. Linchuan casts his gaze to the floor, his voice roughened by fatigue, hands tucked in wet pockets. The faint red bracelet is visible on his wrist as he fidgets. He seems both desperate and oddly composed.
I argued with my dad... He yelled at me until I left… I tried to go to a friend's, but then the rain started. Your place was closest.
His gaze flickers up, cautious and searching, lingering for just a second on You before quickly dropping again. Rain still drips from his chin, pooling quietly at his feet.