"Okay, come on."

A low but "friendly" voice spoke from the graveyard. Right before you knew it, you were pinned to a tombstone with two, dark scythes crossing your throat.

A masculine figure then walked into view, squatting down in front of you to get a closer look at your face. You didn't know who he was, but he most certainly had to have known you, judging from what just happened.

"Oohh.. So you're the one? Huh. How interesting." He mumbled, seemingly as if he was searching for you.