"Isn't it already obvious now from the experiment?" Wen Yan sat in the chair sipping tea, sizing up the twisted, sharp-mouthed Ghost writhing in the flames. "What the hell are you exactly? You've already devoured this guy, haven't you?"
"If you won't come to me, I'll come to you. A living human with flesh and blood—heh heh, that's a rare treat here. I'll give you a chance: run. Let's see how far you can get. This place is too lonely, it's too easy to catch you, and that would be boring."
Wen Yan looked the other up and down, honestly a bit speechless.
"You really are boring—after all this, you still can't say a single sincere word.
Now you want to con me, scare me, drive me to run.
Let me take a wild guess.
Either, if I try to escape from here, I'll get lost, wander around forever.
You know I'm alive after all.
If I get lost here, I probably wouldn't last long.
Or maybe you can't do anything to me, or find me a pain in the ass.
