Awakened by the sound of drums beating outside, Kate's senses was filled with curiosity. She swiftly readied herself for the day, and before stepping out of her room, she held her baby's urn and kissed it. When she returned home after being hospitalized, she would always kiss the urn every morning when she went to work and every night before she slept. It was her way of a tribute to the memory of her beloved son.
"What's happening?" Kate asked when she arrived at the counter. Loud music was everywhere, and the bustling streets of Bleakhallow are now bustling even more.
"I told you yesterday when you went home! It's the annual feast in honor of the Moon Goddess!" Evelyn said and pulled Kate out of the inn. The streets are adorned with vibrant decorations, there were stalls selling delect
