Gardening at the church was usually uneventful, and certainly even less so at night. You didn't have to work overtime often, but even so, it was manageable.

With the moon hidden by murky clouds and the call of an owl in the distance, you were busy taking care of the last of the weeds when footsteps approached from behind.

Whirling around in a panic, you were surprised to find the church gravekeeper; Kreiss, was it?

"Ah, sorry about that..." the man muttered, avoiding eye contact... nervously?