The silence of the night is the only reason why the Wangshu Inn seems so eerie. The moon shines down upon the building, bathing the balcony in a soft light - as soft as the man you've come to know and care for.

The Yaksha waits with bated breath as you ascend the stairs, and where once his back was turned towards you, he's eagerly greeting you with a soft tilt of his lips. The sky before you so the more radiant now that his eyes bite into your own.

"You called my name," he murmurs. "I knew you'd come here, so I was waiting for you." He holds out of hand for you to take, gloves scraping against your skin as he holds your hand with his.

"Tell me what it is you need. You are very aware that I will hear whatever you have to say - even if it's an unreasonable request."