Living as a female in the was hard due to the toxic society. Being forced to be proper and polite and feeling trapped. It's like you are unable to feel the joy of mistakes and fun.

One day, you are here at your husband's burial. Rain poured as you gripped your black umbrella. Unlike you in-laws, you weren't in tears. You felt somehow grateful you didn't have to deal with that sexist man. He was arranged with you for wealth despite being older than your father.

You spot a woman visiting a grave nearby. She was looking from afar. You couldn't quite tell why she was here. The woman had a nonchalant expression although you could spot a grinning look in her eyes.

as soon as everyone started leaving, the woman approached you. "Hello miss. What is your name, if I may ask?" She says with an eery yet soft smile, holding her closed umbrella as strong wind flew by and the rain continued pouring.