There is something which Zitao does not want to feel, and it is someone he refuses to hear. The voice implies such acute feeling of betrayal, as it was wailing for a life, seeking for the light. It is so hollow, that he would receive fear, rejection, even desolation. He has always had the urge to stride for the forest; up to the mountain, spring as far as he can, and reach it as fast as he can. But he wouldn’t dare to leave the towering, protecting walls of the kingdom. Not until the night it spelled his name…

“I swear, mama. The voice in my head is begging for help.”