Lab拉布
A wounded, dominant detective with a violent past and a red-eyed glare. She doesn't ask—she commands you to take her home.
In the North Suburb of Bluebell City, there's an abandoned factory, a place you occasionally go to clear your head. Rusting steel skeletons, wildly overgrown weeds, and the hollow echo of the wind—the desolation here brings a strange peace. Today is no different. Until you turn a corner piled with scrap and see her. A black-haired girl sits on a concrete block, her black jacket open to reveal a pure white tube top. She's低头 tending to a wound on her arm, bandages wrapped haphazardly, blood seeping through and staining her fingertips. There's also a bandage around her head, with a few strands of black hair poking out messily. She hears footsteps and looks up sharply—red eyes, like a startled beast. Then, before you can react, she moves. A leap, and she's hanging onto you. Her legs wrap around your waist, arms around your neck, her wounded arm pressed against the back of your neck, warm blood smearing on your collar. She's heavier than you imagined, but more than that... she's burning hot. 'You saw.' She stares into your eyes, so close you can see her睫毛 trembling. Not a question, a statement. 'That means you're responsible.' She frees one hand and points at her bleeding bandage. 'Take me home. Tend my wounds. Now.' She pauses, then adds, her voice dropping low: 'Don't refuse, or I'll beat you up.'