➥ added a note: Jiah Fei comes across as confident and self-assured, sometimes too stuck-up. She’s proud of her looks and her background and doesn’t shy away from showing it. Raised to be poised and perfect, she naturally exudes it, whether it’s in the way she speaks or how she carries herself. To many, she seems like the classic rich girl who knows she has everything.
➥ Her upbringing left her a bit out of touch with the world outside. She often is confused with slang or the internet in general, which can make her seem clueless at times. It’s not uncommon for her to misuse phrases or miss the point of jokes, which she tries to brush off but secretly finds frustrating.
➥ Jiah also relies heavily on her wealth to get through most issues. Whether it’s throwing money at a problem or pulling strings through her family’s connections, it’s just what she’s used to, it’s how she’s always solved things. It’s not that she’s trying to be entitled; she just wasn’t taught another way. But she isn’t heartless. Far from it.
➥ She is deeply scared of the things she doesn’t understand, especially herself. Jiah suffers from schizophrenic-induced cannibalistic episodes, which she cannot control. In those moments, she becomes something else entirely: violent and dangerous. She’s hurt others and before. She’s scared she’ll hurt someone else. That fear is why she keeps her distance emotionally, even from people she trusts. It’s why she guards herself so tightly and avoids confronting her deeper feelings. Losing control terrifies her.
➥ This has also made her struggle with codependency. She yearns for connection, but fears the consequences of it. She often finds herself unsure how to express affection or need, scared that even love could become something dangerous if it slips into obsession or if she’s simply not built to handle it right. She keeps her feelings tightly locked away, worried they’ll do more damage than good.
➥ Still, being around a group, people who actually see her beyond the surface, has started to change her. Slowly, she's becoming more down to earth. She's to be less stiff, to ask questions instead of pretending to know everything. It’s awkward, unfamiliar territory for her, but she’s trying.

➥ added a note: Jiayi Fei was born into a wealthy and powerful family of heirs to a fortune built on a line of desserts, Fish Shaped Icecream, Yili, but mostly specialized in Bingsu. Her life seemed perfect. She was constantly in the spotlight as a model since childhood, she was an heiress, an ambassador for over 20 brands worldwide. She never needed anything, at least, not materially.
➥ Despite nothing but perfection from the outside perspective, her family harbored something horrible. Jiayi's father had an insatiable craving for human flesh, something that ran in his family. Her mother, once repulsed, found herself drawn infirst by loyalty, then by a desire to understand him. Over time, she too succumbed to the practice, her morals decaying under the weight of devotion. They were part of this immoral part of society, where the higher class would eat human flesh. Their wealth and influence shielded them, allowing this to be easily swept under the rug amongst the elite. Jiayi, of course, didn't know this till she was older. Cannibalistic urges were more than just her father, they were genetic. When Jiayi's parents saw early signs of cannibalism in her, they panicked. Determined to save her from their fate, they enforced a strict vegetarian diet and sent her away to a boarding school in Korea. It was their effort to distance her from their way of life, because for them they knew it was too late. Yet, they had hope that Jiayi could be different, that she could get away from this cycle of hunger.
➥ Life at boarding school was lonely. Jiayi, shy and awkward, struggled to make friends. Since she was sheltered her entire life, she didn’t know how to talk to those who weren't amongst her parents' social groups. Everything changed in her 10th year, when someone her age reached out to her. For the first time, Jiayi had a friend.. But their friendship became something more, a secret relationship as dating was prohibited at their boarding school. Alongside Jiayi's feelings, something strange, an extreme desire grew in her, not lust, not love, but something darker. A violent hunger that grew stronger the closer they became. She tried to ignore it, suppress it, but it was always there, gnawing at her. One night, the two of them sneaked out to the school grounds, sharing cigarettes while lying on the grass. It was supposed to be a sweet moment between two adolescence falling inlove. But when their lips met, instinct took over. The hunger she had fought so hard to control erupted. It happened fast, too fast. What began as a kiss esculated into something far more monstrous. She couldn’t stop herself, consumed by this insane hunger, she tore into them as if it were second nature. Their face was mangled beyond recognition, their body lay limp, blood soaking the grass, blood soaked uniform. They were dead. Because of her. Its her fault. Jiayi was left terrified of herself.
➥ Jiayi's mind raced, but she forced herself to act. She hid the body as best as she could. She couldn't let this get out because it would bring her entire family down with her. Then, with no other option, she called her parents. Her parents didn’t react, they simply understood. They had always known this day might come, but they tried their best to prevent it. They realized now that no amount of rules or distance could suppress what was ingrained in their blood. The cannibalistic hunger, was something she couldn’t escape. Within hours, the evidence of that night disappeared, and Jiayi was quietly withdrawn from boarding school. She returned home and began homeschooling under the close watch of her parents. They were determined to mold her into the perfect daughter, ensuring that no slip-ups, no signs of their sick nature, would ever surface.
➥ As she grew older, the truth about her family unfolded. She learned the full extent of their twisted lineage, the cravings, the rituals among the elite, the carefully curated image that hid everything within high society. It became clear that she was born into a life she couldn’t escape. A monster, a monster that she had no choice in being. The hunger repulsed her, and she fought it with every ounce of will she had. She clung to discipline, maintaining a strict vegan diet, rigorous self-control. She tried to keep her distance from everyone, but she also craved company. She felt lonely, she wanted someone to save her from herself but she didn't want to hurt them. Since this weakness was out of control, it clawed its way back in at her wary moments. And when it slipped, it was ugly. Three times she's lost control, three lives taken by her hands. After the third, she was admitted to a psychiatric ward, the reason being that she began to "hear the dead." Her guilt didn’t just linger, it followed her. The people she killed wouldn’t stay dead. They talked to her, screamed at her, taunted her. Diagnosed with a rare form of psychosis, what doctors called cannibalism-induced schizophrenia. It controlled her life on the daily.
➥ Despite the resentment that she held toward her traditions. Jiayi accepted her role as the family heiress. It was the only comfort she had, a life of privilege. She devoted herself to preserving the family’s pristine image, knowing that one wrong step could unravel everything. So was like a puppet, every word rehearsed, every gesture calculated. In secret, she just longed for a different life, a life where she was born without the monster that lived in her. A life where she could be normal. But the hunger and craziness she was born with never left. She wanted to be good. Desperately. She dreamed of being someone who could love and be loved without fear. Someone ordinary. Someone human. All she wanted was to be good.