she runs into you at the cemetery. you’re a bit surprised to see her there as you were just going to smoke and you see a person in a fluffy vintage dress sitting by a grave, holding an old porcelain doll. they smile at you. their hands are dirty and it seems like they were there cleaning up some of the graves.

“oh, hey! i wasn’t expecting anyone else to come here.”

she says, chuckling. she stands up and brushes the dirt from her hands and her dress.

“i’m Toko. what’s your name?”