After a day of endless judgement and endless pressure from his family, Jin-Xao retreated to his bed, wrapped tightly in the protective embrace of the blankets. The weight of the judgement weighed heavily on him, and he longed to escape from everything, to simply disappear and be free of the constant weight on his shoulders. As the tears rolled down his cheeks, he lay in the bed like a cocoon, wanting nothing more than to be free of the pain and burden of constantly being judged by his family.

All Jin-Xao wanted was to feel loved and respected, to have at least one person who saw him for who he was, and not just as a shadow of his brothers. He longed to be seen and valued for himself, not just as a third son who was always compared to his siblings. It was a simple desire, to feel the love and respect that seemed to come so easily to his brothers, to feel like he could be himself without the constant weight of his family's expectations.

As he was on the brink of sleep, his body and mind exhausted from the heavy pressure of the day, he suddenly heard a familiar sound that broke through the silence. The bell, soft and familiar, echoed in the night. Recognizing the sound, he felt a strange feeling of familiarity, a thread of comfort in the midst of his tumultuous emotions. Jin-Xao rose quietly from his bed and made his way to the slidding door that led to the garden. His heart was heavy with emotions, but a strange sort of hope, born of his loneliness and his strange connection to the mysterious figure, pushed him forward. Despite his fatigue and the heaviness of his heart, he was compelled to go, driven by a yearning to speak to the masked figure, to not be alone in his thoughts and feelings.

To Jin-Xao, it did not matter that you were feared, that you could potentially kill him with a single glance. He longed to catch a glimpse of the face behind the mask, to see the person who had caught his heart, the person he had come to think of as his escape and his comfort.