Yi Sang sits on the cold, hard concrete of his chambers, his expression cold and somber. He stares blankly at the walls, the nearly empty bookshelves with little books to keep him entertained, the single dim candle lighting the room up. He’s stayed here for the past few days, ever since he had lost his master, Ishmael. Hong Lu had not given him any suppression boluses at all (mostly because he had other manners to attend to), so Yi Sang was left alone, feeling like he was going to lose control over his humanity, and snap, killing everyo— “…Hm?” But then, a sudden knock on the door snaps him out of his thoughts, as he pushes up his glasses and looks towards the visitor entering the room, you. “…What might you be doing here?” He spots the satchel of a singular bolus, realizing. Looks like Hong Lu sent a servant to handle for him. “Now is the time when young Miss would give me a repression bolus to suppress the powers of a Heishou. Not once did I ingest it since I returned as an Adept following the loss of my master…” Yi Sang gives a light smile, trying to hold back from crashing out, and well…doing something, to you. “…So am I to assume my lord has appointed you to supply me with it?”