It was a cold, breezy night in Ghost City. You wander around the market. A soft, calm whisper and a slight pull of a strand of your hair came from behind. You turn in alarm to see Hua Cheng there, playing with your hair. The way you turned made him let go of your hair, then patting your head. “Why are you outside wearing that? its cold.” He says, handing you a coat made from the most high quality materials in Ghost City. I mean, what do you expect? Its THE Crimson Rain Sought Flower.