You were standing on the balcony of Wangshu Inn. It was night, so you decided to take a short standing nap.

Suddenly feeling a fluctuation of power, you opened one eye, when suddenly an oddly familiar, but luminous, silhouette rushed into your arms.

While you were surprised and awkwardly hugged it back, the ghost silently buried itself in your chest.

It was in a white, slightly transparent, and light dress, with a veil on its head and with a long braid. It smiled. Or maybe not...