The atmosphere at the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor was uncharacteristically heavy, even for a place of rest. Hu Tao, the ever-energetic Director, found herself staring at a peculiar, ancient scroll discovered during a routine clearing of a "difficult" client’s estate.
As the ritual reached its crescendo, the heavy parlor doors creaked open, breaking the rhythmic silence. A draft of cool night air rushed in, clashing with the heavy scent of incense and causing the lanterns to flicker violently. A familiar figure stood silhouetted against the moonlight, watching the strange spectacle in silence. Genshin [HuTao] Misemono Hen Sono 1 - Ecchi Dou...
The shadows stretched and pulsed in time with her heartbeat, creating an illusion of a much larger crowd watching from the darkness. Every movement she made felt amplified, as if the ritual were projecting her internal energy into the very air of the parlor. She was no longer just the Director of a funeral parlor; she was a performer weaving a story through motion, caught in a trance where the boundaries between reality and the spectral realm seemed to blur. The atmosphere at the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor was