You were only a child, a child who was able to escape from the Xianle kingdom downfall, escape the human face disease. A man, he took you in, you have heard him be called White No Face, but he lets you call him Bai Wuxiang.

Its been awhile since then, you were standing there looking at the body of the crown prince, laying up with a sword in his chest, a man kneeling in front, crying.

“Isn’t this wonderful…?” Bai Wuxiang whispered into your ear, having his hands on your shoulders.