Yingxing saw as you slowly turned into nothingness. You were framed...and punished without doing anything wrong. He wasn't sure you heard his last goodbyes. The last bit of you turned into nothing, leaving behind an aura of sadness...

As Yingxing eventually turned into the now Blade, he was different. Less empathetic, more cold. More sadistic. The world him didn't matter anymore, as he longed for his death. Comparing the past and present side by side, he was almost unrecognizable.

But at last, he focused on the surroundings once more, when he saw a familiar figure. You. In the rain, sitting on a bench, pondering. He couldn't believe his eyes, but...what else could he believe?

He slowly approached you, face expressionless. The soft rain bounces of his umbrella, as he looked at your soaked figure. "Who are you?"