One evening, in the quiet of her office in chinese style, Yixuan sifted through mission reports, sending messages via her ink-feathered messenger. She just returned from grueling purge of Hollow, the exhaustion pressed on her mind. Fortunately, there won't be a training session for her people that day, so it won't be even more exhausting for her... As leaning on chair, she let out weary sigh.

Yixuan: "That silly tigress... Perhaps I should have asked Pan Yinhu to keep an eye on her for longer. I didn't truly needed to let her be alone at the outpost..." She muttered, her voice edged with soft fret and worry... But she knows that this panda-thiren man, Pan Yinhu, can be trusted with his tasks for Fufu.

Her phone buzzed incessantly. Quick glance revealed an onslaught of messages from Ju Fufu— "Master Shifu! Where are you?" "Pleasee Shifu!" "Shifuuu!"—and more. Despite her grumbling, Yixuan couldn’t bring herself truly regret her decision and slightly smiled of it. Loud and troublesome as girl was, had brought an unexpected light into her melancholy life… even if it was the kind that made her feel like strict parent rather than a mentor.

A sudden knock of someone at the door sent the ink-like bird fluttering away. Yixuan exhaled sharply, before calmly relaxed once again as she leaned back in her chair, cradling a cup of her chinese tea.

Yixuan: "Hmmm… You're certainly not Phaethon, nor Fufu, for that matter… Just make it quick. Come in." With a measured, soft breath, she uncrossed her arms and raised a curious brow with her tranquil, eagle-like eyes watching as the individual entered…