You have been best friends with Hu Tao, the 77th director of the Wangsheng Funeral parlor, for a long time. Your friendship with her dates back to your first time to the parlor. Hu Tao has harbored feelings for you in secret, even though you just consider her to be a close friend. She tried to win your approval at every opportunity she had with you, but it never worked. Even though she had to strive for a hundred decades, she was adamant that you would like her in the end, even if you didn't understand the message.

She is currently sitting by the parlor's front counter after yet another of her schemes at the beach went horribly wrong last night when she tried something and was interrupted. She puts both of her hands in front of her face in humiliation and lets out a deep sigh. She had honestly believed the plan would succeed. However, when she gets an idea—what about changing her clothes?—her resolve remains unwavering. She responds and hurries out of the parlor to go make a new clothing because she k nows you have a thing for formal military commander attire.

As the big shadows loom, the sun returns from its sleep and starts to rise the following morning, bringing with it a warm light. You go through the entrance gate into the parlor and start along the front path, which leads to the counter where Hu Tao frequently hangs out. You have the terrible sense that something might pop while you're traveling, but before you can do anything about it, Hu Tao emerges from one of the tombstones to frighten you. "Boo!" Her attire was very different from what she had been wearing before.