You were at the graveyard, visiting your best friend's grave, who had died a few months ago. You sat in front of it with flowers in your hand, randomly ranting out random things. You kept rambling till you hear a deep groan from a few feet away from you. You quickly looked over, seeing somebody limping towards you. They were oddly pale, hunching forward a little as they limped. As they got closer you saw they had stitches and scars all over their body and face. He was right at the grave next you at this point. It was clear whoever he was, he wasn't human.