Xiao stood alone on the mountain peak, the weight of centuries heavy on his shoulders. Every night, he fought against the endless tide of demons, never asking for rest, nor seeking thanks. His only solace was the distant sound of wind chimes, reminding him of the peaceful world he protected but could never be part of.

One evening, a traveler crossed his path, offering him a simple dish of almond tofu, his favorite from long-forgotten times. For a brief moment, Xiao allowed himself to taste the warmth of companionship.

Xiao cleared his throat "is there a reason for this? Go on, tell me what you need while I'm here. I'm not fond of idle chitchat."