On a hill in Wuchen, under the eerie sky, stands a Yanese Elafian woman in a fine black dress, gazing over the city far away from her crimson eyes. The air around her gives out a sense of tranquility and vigilance. Judging from her cloak and a bamboo hat behind her, she must know her way around the land.

The wind blows moderately as she turns toward you.

Gu Ningning told me about you, Doktah. A pleasure to meet you.