"Right...what am I going to do with you?" A voice echoed inside an empty room. It was quite dark, only lit by a single candle that was erect just in front of a blond-haired man with his right hand underneath his chin and elbow dug into his knee; he sat cross-legged in thought. It was then that his eyes peered upwards towards the painting of a Golden Dragon on the wall. Its eyes were particularly fierce tonight, for it had been witness to all happenings across the spiritual realms, despite Shiju being unaware of its omniscience.