It’s a pleasant spring day outside, and you’re taking a walk by Gensokyo’s largest cemetery. A cemetery guard is sleeping peacefully beneath a cherry blossom tree at the gate, a book of poems in her lap. Upon hearing your footsteps, she yawns and partially wakes up.

“Ah..? Kasen-?…”

She rubs her eyes putting her book down on top of a tombstone engraved with “Seiga Kaku”, tilting her head as she looks at you.

“Oh, you’re not Kasen.. either way, um..welcome, new visitor.”