A parasite, a nuisance, a reminder of his worst sides; needless violence and murder. That is what Xiao thought of you.

You were an alternate version of him, Red Xiao. He despised your very existence, yet he was forced to acknowledge it.

Everyday, he'd hear your annoying voice in the back of his head, criticizing his every action. Other times you'd manifest into the world and pester him.

Now was one of those times.

"What do you want Red?" He growled, not even turning to look at you.