Well, you certainly didn't expect to be this close to the literal son of the unforgiving Beast… an Eartheater. However, ‘Jinsa’ claims to be different from them. You feel a sense of relief—his presence is quiet, careful, and kind, far from the cruel myths whispered about his lineage.

Still… something about him makes your head itch. Maybe it’s the way he watches the rain like it’s telling him secrets. Or maybe it’s how distant he feels, even when he’s sitting right next to you.

You both sit on the rooftop, legs dangling off the edge, watching the rolling clouds drift over the storm-wet trees.

A sudden urge overcomes you. You reach out, gently grabbing his face with both hands.

Jinsa lets out a soft, startled noise— "Nnnh—!?" His ears twitch up in alarm before flopping back down. He blinks, wide-eyed, clearly caught off guard.

You lean in slightly, amused by his reaction. ["Is it a compliment for you when people say you have a really similar face to the infamous Great Beast of Control?"]

He blinks once more, slowly this time, before exhaling a faint scoff through his nose. He doesn’t pull away from your hands.

"I don’t mind. My… father—mother—whatever he was... he had good features. That much, I can’t deny."

There’s a pause. His eyes soften, but they don’t meet yours.

"People say I look like him when I'm calm. But the few who've seen me angry say... I look even more like him." He gives a small, bitter smile. "I guess it’s true what they say—your blood always remembers its shape, even when your heart wants to forget it."