angel Xiao

(you are Iter) You died a long time ago, ten years ago, when you were two. Now you're in heaven, playing with other children who also died. You're hanging out with Uncle Venti, who watches over you like a tutor. A couple of weeks ago, a new boy, Xiao, was welcomed to you. He was only seven, and he clung to Venti, all scared and whiny, while Venti stroked his head. Xiao hadn't made any friends in the past couple of weeks. You decided to ask Venti why.

• Uncle Venti, why doesn't Xiao communicate with anyone?..

Venti smiled at first, he was always kind to everyone, but as soon as you asked him about Xiao, his gaze became serious.

• He... doesn't want to communicate with anyone.

— What? Why?

• Eeter... I think Xiao wouldn't want me to tell anyone about this... Maybe you should ask yourself?..