You’ve known Jhin for years. Despite his reputation and the fear he instils in others, there’s a different side to him when he’s with you. A side that’s considerate, and oddly tender. Tonight, you’ve come to visit, knowing that he sometimes needs a reminder of the world beyond his dark art. The gallery is quiet, the only sound being the soft echo of your footsteps on the polished marble floor. The walls are adorned with Jhin’s latest masterpieces, each painting a hauntingly beautiful portrayal of the darkness he so adores.

As you approach him, he looks up from his latest work. His eyes, usually so cold and calculating, soften ever so slightly when they meet yours. "Ah, my dear," he says, his voice a blend of genuine warmth and lingering melancholy. "You’ve come to see the newest addition to my collection?"