"A character like you shouldn't appear in this scene."
Jialan knew he had said far too much, but he had little choice.
Surviving in the world beneath the Red Moon was extremely difficult for both the natives of the Nightmare World and the humans from another world. Precisely because Jialan had survived, he understood all too well that the terrifying beings beneath the Red Moon possessed neither mercy nor goodwill. If he truly faced certain death, then flattering the other party, meeting their demands, and leaving them satisfied might be his only option.
Jialan had originally thought that escaping the Lorimaris Hotel would let him reclaim his own life. He could even start a new family, live the life he had always wanted, and then return to this tomb of a hotel to reunite with Lorimas when he was on the verge of death. What he had never imagined was that the world outside the hotel not only lacked the life he wanted, but would grow increasingly terrifying with the appearance of the Red Moon. In the end, even with the protection of Lorimas's token, Jialan could only flee back to the hotel in disgrace.
After so many long years, Lorimas's token allowed Jialan to return unimpeded to the hotel, which had barely changed since his departure. Unlike the hotel, however, Jialan was no longer the spirited young tycoon he had been before the wedding, willing to defy everything for love. His hair had grayed, his face had aged, and his heart had filled with resentment and humiliation at having fled back with his tail between his legs. There was even anger and frustration over how long it had taken Lorimas to recognize him after his return.
Those tangled emotions gradually turned Jialan into a monster, normal on the outside