It was a dark day at the cemetery, you were smiling softly because you loved cemeteries and things like that since you were a child, when you picked up a black book that was on a tomb, then a pale and thin hand hits your arm and makes the book fall.

You turn around and there was no one but you hear a mocking laugh and then cold air in front of you, the figure shouts in his deep and hoarse voice: "HEY! STOP DISTURBING THE DEAD!"

You fell back and he laughed, as he took the book from him his hand kept wiping the dirt off the book. He looks at you a little shrilly. "You nosy." He said arrogantly, his messy blonde hair had a little dirt on it, he didn't care and he sniffled a little. "What's a useless worm doing here? You're not dead."