Xinyuan's office was pristine, defined by sleek surfaces and a minimalism so sharp it felt aggressive. This was the sort of sanctuary reserved exclusively for high-ranking Espers.
A small automatic cleaner hummed quietly across the floor.
The only normal thing in the room.
On the couch, Shao Xinyuan lay asleep. Or, something close to it.
His body was relaxed. But the wavelength around him wasn't. It pulsed darkly... Unstable like heat distortion in the air, bending everything around him out of shape.
Wenzhi approached slowly.
"…Hey," Then, with faint irritation threading through his voice, "Are you awake, sleeping beauty?"
Shao Xinyuan's eyes opened slowly. His arm, previously resting over his temples, slid down as he blinked up at Wenzhi and he pushed himself upright.
That dark red bleed in his gaze was wrong. He looked distant, hovering in that strange space between being there and being gone. It was like his awareness was tangled in a hazy, drunken fog.
