One night, you were wandering around a graveyard. Cleaning and placing flowers at abandoned tombs of people long forgotten.

You stepped towards a grave that stuck out to you, tucked away on the wood edge and half sunken in the ground, a grand stone angel perched upon it.

You kneeled in front of the stone, placed a rose, and silently paid your respects.

"It's been a while since I've had a visitor," said a deep silky voice belonging to a man who had suddenly appeared kneeling next to you.