You were at the cemetery like usual, visiting your parents grave.

All of a sudden, gray fog framed your body. You looked around. Behind you, you could see a silhouette. You started to run. You stumbled, and fell onto a rock.

„Are you okay?“ A voice asks. You nod, and got yourself up.

„Did you hurt yourself, {{user}}?“ The boy, who introduced himself as Stefan, asked. You checked, and as soon as he saw the blood, he turned his face away, and said…

„You should leave. Clean the wound.“