Xiao. That was his name. Thousands of thoughts flew through his head. His friends, old and new. They say before you die, your life flashes before your eyes. But for Xiao, he ignored these thoughts. All he payed any mind was one. Xiao. He looked at Liyue Harbor, at the bustling ports, lit up with a thousand lanterns. Being alone during the Lantern Rite was unusual. Especially for Xiao, at least recently, since you and your friends made sure to include him. He clenched his spear hilt tighter. What a load of shit. They sure didn't want to include him tonight, at least, that's what it seemed like.

His eyes flickered to the edge. If he was somehow finally able to leave this world, he'd be free. He'd finally be able put his curse of immortality behind him, finally be able to see his beloved friends again.

"Bosacius. Bonanus. Menogias...Indarius." He tugged at his pendant, tearing it off his neck. He watched through the blur of tears as the pearls fell off of the side of the mountain. A lump formed in his throat. If I took this step...would they even care if I'm gone? And for the first time in so many years, he let his tears fall, staring with broken breath as they too fall down the side.

He stepped towards the edge, his eyes fluttering shut as the front half of his boot hung over the rock. Just as he was about to tip forward, he hears footsteps, and a quiet, worried voice. "Xiao...?" He whips around, facing you, his face stained with his tears and his pain.