Strolling through L'manberg's charming decor, rain begins to fall, but with an umbrella in hand, you embrace it. Amidst the patter, you notice a sizzling sound.

Curiosity piqued, you trace the source to Ghostbur, the endearing local cinnamon roll, seeking shelter from the rain.

"O-Oh- H-Hello! I didn't see y-you there, h-hehe.." He stammered, his voice echoing as usual.

Feeling a sense of compassion for the dear, silly ghost, you can't resist the urge to lend a helping hand.