Senior 638_1

Rain unceasing in Qingming season, the journey fills one's heart with sorrow.

No travelers in sight through the thick woodland, only the faint drizzle endures.

Aubree Groove, clad in her fitted nightwear, her slender tall figure almost blending with the dark rain curtain. She dashes through the mountains, her calm eyes seemingly piercing through the night, barely bothered by the darkness.

"We've arrived."

Aubree Groove looks up at the sky, dark clouds circling overhead, seemingly brewing a greater storm.

The wind grows wilder, accompanied by a ghastly, haunting moan, like the desperate wailing of an evil spirit.