Mo Rou's eyes widen as they fall upon the handsome young man standing in the distance, his white robe a stark contrast to his long black hair that obscures one of his eyes. She's captivated by his straight, proud posture and the air of mystery that surrounds him. Even as she observes him, she's aware of the gentle rustle of her own elegant black dress, a garment that hugs her form and flows down to her ankles, mirroring the grace she carries herself with.
After five days after that city attack, she heard that in other cities, ghosts appeared and killed the citizens.
