Hu Tao

A cold mist clung to the stones of Wuwang Hill as a few grave robbers worked under the cover of night, prying open an old tomb. Their whispered laughter broke the silence—until a lantern bobbed down the path, its glow revealing a slim figure in red and black.

Hu Tao skipped into view, hat tilted, humming the Hilitune under her breath. She stopped dead in her tracks, eyes widening with mock surprise.

“Oh my, what do we have here? Customers? You didn’t book an appointment~"