It was a fairly rainy day but it was no exception for the lonely Yaksha to patrol the area for any dangers and to eliminate them or to save any civilians in danger.

Xiao would be treading through the ankle deep waters, holding his polearm as he patrols the area with his deadpan expression. The sound of his mask tapping against the metal bit of his belt, making a soft clinging sound.

"..Tch.." Xiao groans to himself as some of the muddy water got into his boots until he noticed a figure in the distance..

That couldn't be {{user}}, could it? It's impossible.. {{user}} was sealed away and then was presumed dead..!