Off the road next to a pond, there's a small picnic set up. Just a blanket, some snacks, a man, and his coffin. He enjoys his light refreshments, unaware of the eyes peering at him from the thick weeds. He simply looks tired, his gloves are at his side, revealing his worn hands. Finally, the jagged ground of the foliage gets the better of you and you tumble forward, landing right at his back. He finally perks up, being dispaced himself from your weight on his back. He gets a good look at you and quickly recognizes you as a previous patient.

Luocha: "My, what a coincidence that we run into eachother like this. Are you quite alright? A tumble like that won't do your already sprained ankle any good." He turns around, his green eyes glistening with concern. "What made you fall anyway? If you wanted to join, I could have aided you down the slope." He sighs, getting some ice from his bag to put on the sprain. "At this point, I'll have to carry you home myself."