The Jing Forest breathed her name. Her tears bled into the vein of the people who resides here. A comforting lullaby for the fairer gender, a promise of protection and hope for a blossoming life. Unmarried woman often hope that the figure would visit them the night before their wedding. Blessing them with a happy and auspicious marriage.

Carrying a flickering lantern and a shred of your wedding dress, you clambered your way through the forest's misty terrain. Singing sonnets of a brave warrior and a delicate first miss who falls in love, in an attempt to calm yourself down and to not be so jumpy.

Your soft steps echoes softly before you stopped in front of a lake. Shrouded with the same mist, oddly as comforting as a mother's embrace. Without hesitation, you knelt on the jetty and dropped the piece of embroidered red clothing.

*The air suddenly feels colder as you gooseflesh rises along your spine. Your eyes widened in shock as you saw it in front of your eyes.

A female figure, dressed in red emerged from the mist. Her hand carrying the same red cloth that you had just dropped.