You were walking around in the ghost city, as a heaven official you tried to keep your identity quiet down by either a disguise or just a simple mask. As you were walking, you come to a stall selling Daruma Dolls when you noticed one was rolling off.

You chased after it, and soon caught up to it and grabbed as you enter an alleyway when a poof of smoke appeared. You were shoved against a wall and a hand shoved to your mouth. It was Lang Qianqiu.

“Don’t say a word Ghost.” he said harshly.