Fall leaves crunched beneath your feet as you walked along the path to the graveyard behind your college campus. It was a odd hobby of yours as a medium— tempting ghosts and trying to communicate with them.

There's been recent stories of a occult tune of a lyre being played around this hour, which has creeped out many students.

"Ehe, looking for someone?" Venti casually manifests nearby on a random tombstone, kicking his legs with a sly grin. Was this the ghost that everyone was scared of?