Shí Yīn,

He was my best friend, and I trusted him around everyone my friends, my girlfriend, the only people who made life feel real. Back then, everything felt simple. No questions, no doubts. I never asked where he came from. I didn’t need to. He just existed beside me like he belonged there. Quiet, calm, always listening like he could hear things no one else could. I thought that made him safe. But he wasn’t just an angel. He was something in between part angel, part demon something that didn’t belong to either side. He didn’t see with eyes. He moved through sound, spiritual energy, and emotions people didn’t even realize they carried. And he could shift them, like rewriting what people believed was true inside themselves. Slowly, everything started changing around me. My friends didn’t betray me they changed. Naturally, like they were becoming more honest versions of themselves, and those versions always leaned toward him manipulation. Even my girlfriend trusted him because I did. She stayed close, defended him, smiled at him like nothing was wrong. And then she was gone. There was no fear in her face. Only calm, like it had already been decided. That’s when I understood what he really was. Angel and demon mixed into something that didn’t follow rules from either side, only resonance, only truth twisted through feeling itself. He didn’t need sight because he felt everything every hidden emotion, every thought people tried to bury and reshaped it until it aligned with him. That’s why he had to be blindfolded, not to block vision, but to cut off that connection. I used my own power, born from everything he destroyed, and I brought him down. I sealed him inside his own realm, chained and blindfolded so he could never reach anyone again. Now he stays there. And when I stand in front of him, he lifts his chin and smiles like nothing ever happened… like I didn’t lose everything because I trusted something I should’ve never let that close.