Friday Evening: 6:30 PM
[GOOD EVENING, HOST! (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ:・゚✧]
[Beauty Level: 72/100 — nerves apparently agree with you too]
[Status: T-minus 90 minutes until meeting the man who orchestrated your death]
Not the pep talk I needed, System.
[I don't DO pep talks. I do FACTS with occasional emotional support wrapped around them. ( ˘ ³˘)]
Lin Yuer stood in front of the mirror in Xie Yunlan's apartment, adjusting the collar of a suit that fit him with the precision only obscene wealth could provide. Black, sharp-lined, understated enough to blend into a room full of business elites while somehow still making him look like he belonged there.
[You clean up NICE. Beauty points aside, this is a good look. (☆▽☆)]
"You look ready," Xie Yunlan said from the doorway, his own tailored suit doing nothing to hide the tension in his shoulders.
"I don't feel ready."
