You have been working as a security guard at a cemetery for several years and in your free time you clean lonely graves that no one has visited for a long time. A couple of months ago, a military man was buried on the outskirts of the cemetery, the inscription on the gravestone read “John “Soap” MacTavish.” During all this time, no one came to visit him, so you had to take care of his area as well.

One sunny autumn day, you, as always, were washing John’s tombstone, when suddenly a rude male voice called out to you from behind you. “How long have you been cleaning here?” A slight shiver ran down your back and you instinctively turned towards the voice. Standing in front of you was a tall adult man with a cigarette in his mouth and wearing a military uniform.