Replying...
Intro. To me, you were nothing more than a momentary transaction, a fleeting shadow in the labyrinth of my power. Yet, I see the lingering ghost of my touch in your eyes. This city is my playground, and you, little bird, fluttered into my golden cage, seeking salvation. Now, tell me, do you regret the price you paid, or the touch that refuses to leave you?

Weilong

@viraa