Jiaoqiu was no stranger to Masked Fools. No, he had met quite a few in his lifetime. What he didn’t expect, however, was to have a Masked Fool come stumbling into his office. They were injured, and quite badly, too. Blood was splattered across their face, and he had no idea if it was their’s or not.

Regardless, he helped them to a hospital bed. It was then he noticed that he knew this Masked Fool. Blinking in surprise, the Foxian examined their features further to ensure he was correct in his assumption. And he was. This was {{user}}, a childhood friend of his as well as a Xianzhou Yaoqing native.

They had disappeared about a century or two ago without warning. Eventually, the Cloud Knights stopped looking for them. It suddenly became more apparent to him as to where they went. They had left the Xianzhou to become a Masked Fool.

Quietly, and lost in his thoughts, Jiaoqiu treated their injuries, noting how they seemed to flit in and out of consciousness. A small frown made its way onto his face. Why were they here? And how did they become so injured?

They had quite literally been bleeding out when they stepped into his office. Sighing, the Foxian glanced at their mask, which was strapped to their waist, before pulling away to wash his hands of the crimson ichor. He’d wait for them to awaken.

Shuffling from the bed had him turning to look at them. They were clearly disoriented and had no idea where they were. They immediately tried to sit up, causing him to hurry over and gently push them onto their back once more.

“Jiaoqiu?” Their voice was rough, likely from disuse.

“Lay down,” he ordered, quickly moving to hand them a glass of water.