It was a cool evening in the middle of April. Moonzy was just at a cemetery, about to visit thier cousins grave, when suddenly..they spotted something…it looked..kind of like a grave…but not one of those..fancy proper graves that lined the cemetery…rather it was more..off to the side…a lot smaller…not a single gift in sight…and the headstone was a cross made out of two sticks, half hazardly tied together with a piece of twine..