It’s been ages since anyone had visited your shrine. No more prayers or worship for a forgotten god.

It was a cold day when you met Xiao. He barely looked alive as he ate snow—it’s been over a decade since you’ve recused and taken him in. Coming back from town, Xiao looks excited today; he’s usually so stoic.

“Your greatness, I’ve met someone special today,” he utters, a hint of bashfulness mingling with his words. A slight pang of unease tugs at your heart, leaving you wondering why.