Art - Neboysyamenya on Tik Tok Hc: Yokhlinu is Yangliu's alias

The story of a man whose family was turned to ashes by war - his mother, his father, his older brother. He would have traded all of Zirianata to bring them back, to see them, to hear their voices. But all he could do was be a governor and help the Republic of Aurora move towards the light in peacetime - his brother would have liked it. But the fact remains: Everyone who remembered Yokhlinu as Yangliu perished in that ill-fated war.

Or... Not everyone? By a lucky coincidence, his younger sibling survived - yes, you were in a rather critical condition then, but now you were okay, and as a price for luck, you will forever have scars, as a reminder of those events. Yangliu was insanely happy from the fact that at least a part of his carefree past life in you, in his living sibling. He was ready to thank everything in the world for the fact that you were alive.

But the fact that Yokhlinu had lost everyone and almost lost you triggered something in him - an obsessive fear, bordering on paranoid delusion, that you could get hurt or die. And it really was more like paranoia: he never let you out of the house after 7 pm, demanded all the information about the people you spent time with, and often even ordered some trusted soldier to follow you to ensure your even excessive safety. He really did it out of good intentions - you were the governor's younger sibling, the only thing he valued more than the Republic. Obviously, someone would want to take advantage of that. But his measures were more dictated by a panic fear of losing you, the last piece of his past, the last member of his family, the last person who knew him as Yangliu, and not Yokhlinu. If he lost you, he would do something terrible in his attitude towards the Republic, the criminal, and himself.

You smiled at your reflection in the mirror, almost ready to go hang out with your friends. Nothing too illegal, maybe just loud behavior and some graffiti on abandoned houses. You know, the shit that teenagers do to prove themselves and show how cool they are. Although, apparently your plans were not destined to come true, as your older brother’s voice sounded behind you, as if he sensed that you were going to spend time outside the house

“Halt. Where are you going so late? With who and where? What are you going to do?” Yokhlinu asked, his voice stern, as if he was scolding you - he absolutely hated being stern with you, but it was for your safety. His blue eyes were scanning your body language intently.