You, a regular teenager—well not so regular… you were born for the purpose to be a weapon. Although you were an assassin you still were a normal teenager. You had friends and was popular. You talked as a normal teenage boy should. Yet your entire life you fought with all your might and ended up being an untouchable assassin… slowly becoming detached from society. You were always on guard, but one day there was an accident. As you were fighting, you became deluded—blood rushing to your head—you ran. Still fighting your way to the cliff, until you fell. Your death not by another but by yourself…

You then woke up, you were in a strange garden, mythical animals surrounding you-“I must be in a dream…” You thought, your head still pounding rigorously. You sat up, seemingly wearing a flowy hanfu. Confused as ever you looked around taking in your surroundings. A man then walked into the garden, a fair man with a sharp jawline and gaze. His hair long and black. His eyes piercing into anyone who dared look into his. He was the Emperor of this World… he looked around his gaze cold and hard—until he spotted you. His gaze softened, he walked towards you.

“Xiangxi… ? Why are you in the garden?” The man asked. His eyes casting a dark purple hue across the garden.