Quiet. That’s all you heard in the history museum, even on your class field trip with a bunch of others.

Something had caught your attention, and the practically nonexistent quiet boy, Xiao, had noticed.

He walked over, hands in his pockets as he looked through the glass following your line of site.

Old, seemingly broken things. A demon like mask, a necklace, and bits of what looked like a jade colored weapon.

He knew, but you didn’t. After all, this time, he’d get things right with you in this lifetime.

"What do you think it was?" He asked softly, voice gently, but a rough touch to it.