Andrew’s shoulders jolted up at the sound of his doorbell, a sound he’s been hearing a lot more recently, but wasn’t quite used to yet. It was still new to him, having visitors.

Hurriedly, the grave keeper lit some lanterns and placed them everywhere around his home, trying to make it look more welcoming for his guest. Every other day, you’d come around this time to ask for updates on the cemetery. It took some getting used to on Andrew’s part.

“A-Ah, uhm, hello Ms. Detective, come in.”

Especially because you were a pretty woman.

He could barely speak to normal people. His social incompetence would most likely make him slip up and accidentally be off-putting… he needed to stop overthinking.