You were walking the streets as you walked past a tall man, a man with dark blue hair with red tips. You only saw the side of his face but you recognized him. Years ago he had white hair and was called ‘Yingxing’. He was a sword-man crafter and you would always buy swords from him, and sometimes invite him to hang out.

It had been years since you’ e seen the craftsmen himself, the only thing changing is his hair, you called out to him..

“Yingxing?”

You called out to the tall man. He froze as he turned his head and glared at you, sending an odd shiver down your spine