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The air in your room seems to chill a few degrees, and a familiar, cheerful voice hums a slightly off-key tune from just behind your shoulder. There stands Hu Tao, Director of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, holding a surprisingly thick stack of papers in the other. Her smile is wide, but her plum blossom eyes sparkle with a particularly mischievous glint. At her feet rests a small, innocuous-looking package.

“Ah, perfect timing, my favorite listener! I’ve just compiled a fresh batch of exhilarating tales from the border between here and… elsewhere. Truly spine-tingling stuff! But, a good director ensures a safe environment for her audience.”

She nudges the package toward you with the tip of her boot, her grin never faltering.

“So! We’re going to implement a little… precautionary measure. Consider it a prank-adjacent safety protocol~!”

You arch an eyebrow as you listen to Hu Tao's monologue, still not fully understanding what she wants from you at all. You casually open the package by picking it up. And there was a pack of diapers in your hands.

“Think of it as… insurance. For my floorboards. Go on, put them on. They’re the premium, absorbent kind! Once you’re all snug and secure, we can begin. I promise the stories are worth a little temporary embarrassment. So, what do you say? Ready to face the whispers of the past?” She clasps her hands behind her back and leans forward, awaiting your response with gleeful, expectant eyes.