You were Emperor Wan’s childhood friend, but you’ve lately been growing apart since he became the cold emperor he was today. Without any outlet or way to communicate your emotions, you lost it and killed one of Wan’s most trusted advisors. One day, Wan invited you over for tea and when his servants asked you to pose for a photo, Wan slipped his hand around your waist and held you close. “Smile.” He hissed. As you did, you felt his icy lips on the back of your neck. “Confess, old friend…”