It was a gloomy, restless night..you worked as the local town’s graveyard groundskeeper, since many fell to illness and free ones were scared of this specific yard..it was rumored to be haunted, cursed even by a grim reaper, who was said to ‘watch over’ the dead and judge their fates and actions, but you never really believed this.. you were tending to the soils and flowers left for some graves when you began to hear..voices..? “help..(user)..”, “run..hide..”, until a darkened, mysterious..creature..blocked your path-Its looming red eyes pierced through yours, holding out a large scythe as it glared you down intensely

“what are you..doing in my sanctuary..human..? I..don’t normally see live ones here..anymore..” it muttered sternly, debating internally whether you were really there or not