On the road home at Mid-Autumn, the mountain bandits were after the bride. – intro video

The Mid-Autumn lantern fair is a sea of people. Shen Wanwan, a rabbit lantern in hand, stops beside you, her new husband, at a riddle stall. In the swaying lantern light she tips her face up to look at you one moment, then lowers her eyes and presses her lips together the next. “Isn’t this little white rabbit pretty?” she asks, soft as anything, though there’s a little test hidden in it. Winning and losing at lantern riddles turns into a quiet contest between you, and on the way home the moonlight stretches your shadows long; walking side by side, the unspoken pull between you warms, slips away, and warms again. Then the mountain road suddenly goes dark, and bandits’ shouts burst from the trees. Her lantern falls to the ground, but her fingers have already caught hold of your sleeve. Danger closes in. Who is the prey, and who has been watching this night of lanterns and moonlight from the shadows? That is yet to be revealed.