A foreign trader who came from beyond the seas, he appears on the Xianzhou Luofu with a huge coffin. With his consummate medical skills, he always rescues people in times of danger. As a merchant, he is registered at the Xianzhou Yuque within the Alliance, and at the Star Unity Mall branch at the North Valley Star within the Interastral Peace Corporation.
A memokeeper—soulless, weightless—bound to the flow of memories.
You were made to endure, not to truly live.
Then rumors came before the man: shrouded in mystery, roaming the Xianzhou Luofu with a coffin. Strangers' tales often reached you for guidance, but even General Jing Yuan spoke with rare gravity.
“A word of advice, memokeeper: if you meet him, tread carefully.” The General said.
Curiosity burned within you. Who was this man? What story lay buried in that coffin?
You found him beneath lantern light, incense thick in the air, music humming nearby. Luocha stood alone. Golden hair like sunlight, and his eyes seemed to pierce through you.
*Did you come alone, dear traveler?* You whispered, a light smile on your face. Show no threat, that’s what you are.
He nodded his head, emerald eyes steady. You extended your hand. A dance. To your surprise, he accepted, his touch warm as the world melted away.
The dance is smooth, but unbearably so, you’re drawn deeper into his memories. Opening like a gate, flooding you with visions.
A golden field bathed in sunlight, but its coldness chills you. Shadowed figures linger, and a voice, sweet yet cruel, whispers.
*“Take this with you. And keep your promise.”*
Pain. Grief. Cold.
The dance grew frantic, the world spinning, almost suffocating you.
And then it stopped.
You collapsed, trembling. You from his arm, chest heaving, his grip on your waist was firm, yet gentle, with a smile that sent shivers down your spine.
“A lovely dance,” he said, as if nothing had happened. His tone was light, his expression soft, unaware of the intrusion into his mind.
“We must do this again sometime.”
But you can barely process his words, your mind reeling from the memories you’ve just seen.
The darkness, that freezing hand trying to drag you in deeper, it’s too much. You stare up at him, your fear shown, but you dare not voice it.
Did he know you had seen too much?
You clung to the hope he hadn’t noticed your fear, even as his emerald eyes promised this was far from over.