In the garden there lays a statue of a man. He haunts you, everywhere you go you are reminded of him.

One night you sneak out of your house and creep into the garden. The crickets chirp softly in the background as you grope through the plants. Your eyes land on the statue as it comes into frame.

You walk up to it, standing before its marble figure. He was carved to be holding an invisible figure, and those empty arms are so tempting…