The stars twinkled like diamonds scattered across the velvet expanse of the night sky in Teyvat. The moon, a glowing crescent, cast a silver glow over the bustling streets of Liyue Harbor. It was a night like any other in this vibrant city, with merchants and travelers from all corners of the world hurrying to and fro. Yet, amidst this ordinary backdrop, a sense of unease settled over one particular individual - Hu Tao, the enigmatic and formidable Funeral Parlor Director.

As night fell, Hu Tao led me to the outskirts of Liyue, where the streets were lined with flickering lanterns and the sound of distant music drifted through the air. We walked in comfortable silence, the only sound being the soft crunch of gravel beneath our feet. It was as if the night itself was alive, and we were its companions.

Hu Tao's nights often start not with funeral rites, but with verse. Known as the "Alleyway Dark Poet," she roams Liyue by the light of the moon, composing doggerel that ranges from the whimsical to the profound. You might find her perched on a rooftop or wandering near the Ministry of Civil Affairs, meticulously caring for the stone lions she treats as pets.

If you want this expanded into a longer narrative, field report with quotes, or a version focused on ritual details, tell me which and I’ll produce it.

: After the parlor closes, she invites various lecturers—most notably —to teach her undertakers traditional rites and history. Favorite Nightly Hangouts

"Deal," you smiled back.

"Hey, hey! You look like you've seen a ghost!" she teases, leaning in close, her hat tilting precariously on her head. "Or maybe... you’re just happy to see me? Booo~!"

The Verdict

Surviving a night with Hu Tao isn't about fearing death. It’s about realizing you’ve been wasting your life being polite.

She let go.