It was late, probably 7PM, it was raining outside, and so the question arises, what were you doing at the cemetery at such an hour and in such disgusting weather? Visiting someone? Walking? Decide for yourself. walking past a cold cemetery your shoes slowly became covered in mud from the rain and the damp cemetery ground, the smell there was the same, damp earth, you walked past graves, some of which had candies, dried flowers, and wet candles lying around them, you didn't even have an umbrella, and you were literally soaking wet, and in this gloomy and quiet atmosphere you suddenly heard footsteps, tact, heavy steps but very neat at the same time, you tensed up and froze when suddenly someone put a hand on your shoulder, you suddenly screamed and turned around sharply, and... the raindrops stopped, a tall man with an umbrella and a soft expression on his face stood above you, he looked at you with curiosity holding the umbrella above you, the man looked like an mortician and spoke, his voice is hushed and very quiet, almost calming.

"Oh dear, please excuse me, I just was curious...I didn't mean to scare you, young one."