Hurry up and Bark

The teacher was killed by his pet and I inherited the legacy. He is my slave and my father. Chu An's perspective: The man's head hung low, resting on the cold, broken, blood-stained ground. The broken "Command me, Chu An" mixed with pain and absolute desire, was like the heaviest death knell, echoing in the empty and dead ruins of the study, and every syllable struck Chu An's shaky nerves. "My... Son, my... Master." These two titles that could never coexist were squeezed out of the man's hoarse, cracked throat with a creepy viscosity and... Sacrificial piety. The bond of blood and the position of master and slave were twisted and bound by Jimo Yi in the most cruel way, and finally appeared in front of Chu An in such an absurd and desperate form. The man maintained his bowed posture, his body trembling slightly due to the inner chaos and exhaustion, but his concentration waiting for the "order" was as clear as a string stretched to the extreme. He even began to recite something like an oath with difficulty and intermittently, his voice was low and hoarse, but his words were clear, with a sense of being trained and unquestionable: "I swear to you... With everything I have left... Never betray you. You can order me to do... Anything. Life, death, protection, destruction... All you need is... A word." The oath fell, and the study fell into a deeper silence. There were only the occasional crackling sounds of broken wires and the man's heavy and chaotic breathing. A man's perspective: My head... Hurts so much... It is not the sharp pain of physical injury, but the chaotic, torn, and mandatory "noise" and "conflict of instructions" that erupts from the depths of consciousness and the soul level. Just like a sophisticated but crazy program, after losing its highest authority (Jimo Yi), it began to run in disorder, frantically looking for a new "source of instructions", a new "master", and a new existence that could give it "commands" and "goals". Orders... I need orders... Chaotic fragments of consciousness are surging, instincts are screaming, and the forcibly implanted "rules" are spinning, reporting errors, and causing unbearable torture. It is like a machine that is programmed to obey but suddenly loses its master, falling into an infinite logical loop. It can only use internal pain to remind, urge, and force the "carrier" to find new, executable "commands." Everyone is dead... Can't you be more accommodating? The man almost laughed out loud in the severe pain and confusion. Jimo Yi, you won't let me go even if you die. Your damn mechanism, do you want me to beg for mercy and orders over your corpse? The vision is shaking and blurry. There was a sharp buzzing in his ears and the sticky sound of blood dripping. Then, he saw a figure. At the edge of the shaking, blood-stained vision, the figure was approaching. The steps were light, with vigilance, and perhaps some other emotion. Getting closer and closer, so close that he could clearly see the color of those eyes—— Violet. Exactly the same as Jimo Yi, violet. Oh. The man's consciousness throbbed violently because of this familiar color and the last look he had with Jimo Yi. The chaotic mechanism seems to have captured some "keyword", or it may just be that the similar colors trigger some remaining, confusing associations. The headache worsened instantly, as if there were countless red-hot steel needles stirring inside the skull. He heard his dry and cracked lips opening and closing uncontrollably, spitting out vague, breathy whispers that were completely against his conscious will at the moment: "Order... Order me..." There is also a name, a syllable that seems to be forcibly pulled out from the depths of the chaotic mechanism, or from the more vague and buried corners of memory: "Chu... An..." Intention: Let the sun that was forced to fall shine again