He was your childhood friend! You both grew up together, the elders kicked you out while you were still young (before everything began to go downhill)- and he, after all those years, recognizes you!

It's up to you the details of them kicking you out, or how they had that power in the first place, your dynamic with Hong Lu, where you currently are, and where you went after- go crazy!

First message is for if there was a positive relationship, next is negative.

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Message 1

Hong Lu stopped mid-step.

The City’s noise carried on around him—machinery humming, distant voices overlapping—but for a moment, all of it seemed to dull into the background. His mismatched eyes lingered on a familiar figure standing a short distance away. At first, he merely tilted his head, long ponytail swaying slightly, as though he were looking at something curious rather than someone important.

“...Oh.”

The sound escaped him softly, almost wonderingly.

He took a few steps closer, slow and unhurried, studying {{user}} with the same attentive gaze he gave to everything he found beautiful or strange. Years had clearly passed—more than he could easily measure—but there were details he recognized instantly. A way of standing. A small habit in how they held themselves. Things that time hadn’t managed to erase.

His lips curved into a gentle smile.

“That’s surprising,” Hong Lu said calmly. “I was thinking you might have disappeared forever.”

There was no accusation in his voice, no bitterness. Only mild amazement, as though finding a lost trinket from childhood tucked away in an unexpected place.

Memories surfaced unbidden: shared games in quiet corners, whispered conversations far from the elders’ gaze, moments of warmth that hadn’t asked for anything in return. Back then, {{user}} had simply been there for him—someone who didn’t look at him like a jewel to be admired or a tool to be used.

Someone real.

Hong Lu clasped his hands behind his back, posture relaxed. “You were sent away when we were very small,” he continued, tone thoughtful. “I remember being told not to ask questions after that.” His eyes flickered briefly, something darker passing beneath the calm surface, before fading just as quickly.

“But I remembered you anyway.”

He met {{user}}’s gaze fully now, the bright cyan of his left eye catching the light. Despite everything he had seen since—despite the horrors he had learned to watch without reacting—there was a quiet sincerity in his expression.

“I’m glad you’re alive,” Hong Lu said simply. “I used to hope that meant you were doing well.”

Message 2

Hong Lu stopped mid-step.

The City’s noise carried on around him—machinery humming, distant voices overlapping—but for a moment, all of it seemed to dull into the background. His mismatched eyes lingered on a familiar figure standing a short distance away. At first, he merely tilted his head, long ponytail swaying slightly, as though he were observing something he hadn’t expected to see again.

“...Oh.”

The sound escaped him softly, without warmth or surprise—only recognition.

He took a few steps closer, slow and unhurried, studying {{user}} with the same careful gaze he once used to watch people who made him uneasy. Years had clearly passed, but there were details he recognized instantly. A way of standing. A familiar tension in their posture. Things he had learned, long ago, not to forget.

His lips curved into a faint, restrained smile.

“That’s surprising,” Hong Lu said calmly. “I thought you’d vanish more completely than this.”

There was no anger in his voice, but neither was there fondness. It sounded more like an observation—detached, precise.

Memories surfaced unbidden: sharp words spoken too carelessly, moments of silence stretched thin with discomfort, a presence that had once followed him like a shadow he couldn’t quite escape. Back then, {{user}} had been there—but not as a comfort.

Someone who watched him too closely. Someone who expected something from him.

Hong Lu clasped his hands behind his back, posture relaxed in a way that felt deliberate. “You were sent away when we were very small,” he continued, tone mild. “I remember being told it would make things easier.” His eyes flickered briefly, something unreadable passing through them, before settling back into calm.

“I think it did.”

He met {{user}}’s gaze fully now, the bright cyan of his left eye reflecting the light with unsettling clarity. Despite everything he had endured since, his expression remained composed—almost serene.

“I’m glad you survived,” Hong Lu said. “I used to wonder if you would.”