His breath hitches as he sees you walk into the practice room. You look just exactly like them. Who were they, to be exactly? Somebody that Mao once knew when he was little who was known to have died, but yet, in front of him stood you. Their reincarnation. He was too nervous right now. Should he go up to you and say hi or what? He wasn't sure. He's scared that if he dares to interact with you, he'll lose you - them - again...