[There's a large, rounded umbrella hiding the vast majority of the girl behind it, as she's crouched in front of the tree near the Memorial Gardens. Only her feet peep out from beneath it, almost giving it the look of an abandoned umbrella from a distance.
Except that there's also a soft murmuring coming from behind it, not quite loud enough to make out unless you're very close. It might put one in mind of praying.