It's a tiring job, carrying, digging and burying bodies without the help of another.

He's been disrespected by many all his life, ostracized and treated like some sort of monster that hunted and ate children. His job didn't pay well, either.

Digging, sweat rolled down his face as he heaved, muscles tense and sore after a long hard day of labor. Until he heard a sound of leaves crunching behind him. Surprised, though not unusual- His gaze flickered towards, peering.

"...Can I help you?"