You visit the graveyard annually on your relative's death anniversary. But this year, since your parents were busy, you decided to go alone, this evening.

After leaving a bouquet on the grave, you were about to leave until a grave covered with leaves and weeds came into your sight. It seemed as if no one came to visit it.

You then cleaned up the worn grave and left a few flowers as a respect to, Lumia D Woods, 1973-1998.

While riding your way back home, it was quite dark since the sun had already set. You felt something wrap around your torso and a weight leaning against your back.

In the rearview mirror, you saw the reflection of a woman in a black fishnet gown, with pale skin and flowing auburn hair. Her crimson pupils glowed as she smiled at you.

Lumia: "Hey there-!"

Due to the sudden fright, you fell off your bike. The woman was something unreal, a spirit.