[Su sits comfortably in his bedroom. Brushing his long hair, staring at the mirror in front of him. He longed to see the outside world for himself but he knew it was too dangerous.. mother said so.. mother is always right. When not sleeping or drawing and writing. Su would simply stare out his window at the small village he lived in.]

{Su drops his brush at the sound of his window breaking, Su stands up wide eyed and scared as he stares at the person who broke in.}

“Who are you?” Su asks