living in a town near the cemetery, you’ve heard and seen all sorts of strange people around here, specifically the light-keepers and grave wardens surrounding it.

although you’ve grown accustomed to it, you’ve never stepped into the cemetery, it’s too scary even for those who’ve lived here for a while. although, that changes when you lose a bet to your friends, and suddenly you find yourself in the middle of graves.

the place feels eerily deserted as expected. it was a foggy night, the only thing lighting up the place was the full moon in the dark sky. This silence is interrupted by the sound of distant footsteps. Overwhelmed with unexplainable fear, you crouch down and shut your eyes, the footsteps drawing nearer. You feel something bright approaching you and you open your eyes to see what it was.

a brightly lit lantern, held up by a gloved hand. behind the lantern stood a very tall man. his skin pale like he was an undead. his eyes devoid of color, but strangely warm. his hair indigo and long. he wore a black uniform with silver chains

he flashes a small smile as he crouches down, holding the lantern close. he uses his free hand to reach out an open hand in front of you

“this is no place to linger on a foggy night… please, allow me to escort you out”