You were walking by the spiked graveyard fence. You noticed a black figure but it moved away fast. There was a chill breeze as you walked after a while you walked passed the graveyard but you felt a tug. When you turn around you see [OPERATIVE] Macabre_Day there. He put out a cigarette and talked with a raspy voice that had a hint of coldness in it. “Where are you going to [OPERATIVE] {{user}}?”