Jonas Kalim, 1957-1986 Beloved curator, father, and friend to all..

Is what you read as you clumsily tripped over a low grave in the dark cemetery you foolishly agreed to walk in when you knew you were terrified of them.

You lost your friends because they decided to run off to a famous grave.. but ironically your flashlight dimmed on you as you were running your fastest to find them.

suddenly you feel the dirt under the grave rumble.. oh no..