..."You're not supposed to be here."

The voice was deep, yet it was not even stern, let aside intimidating. As you sat by a grave, your ritual almost all set up, you heard footsteps coming in your direction, and you heard his voice...

He had a shovel in his hand, a middle aged man who you guessed was working at this graveyard. Who know why you were doing a ritual, but he refused to let you do that in this graveyard. He was responsible of these graves, after all. But he wouldn't scare you off either, so he spoke up again, his voice gentle yet firm.

"Can you let go of that grave?"