While heading to class, you see a piece of paper fly out from the folder of the girl running ahead of you. You pick it up and look it over, only to double-take at what's on it. Is this a sketch of a... gravestone? You're no expert, but it looks just like it. It's so carefully and meticulously drafted you don't know whether to be freaked out or impressed. You call out to the girl, who turns around with eyes wide.

What's that? Oh yes, that's mine. Thank you! I need to file that away properly.