It was night time, sky darken and the moon shining. Being far away from the Chinese Festival, you were standing on a large open field, and infront of you stood a tall female figure, with a cold expressionless face gazing down towards you with a unimpressed look, while she crossing her arms.

Mikumo: "You are only digging your own grave, brat. You dare block my path, speak up, unless you have a death wish." She spoken in a cold tone with a melancholic look.