The rain pelted your umbrella above you, little specks of water dripping down onto your hand as you sat some flowers down on the grave in front of you. You let out a small squeak as little arms wrapped around you, a small white haired boy was hugging your leg.

You looked around the cemetary and back down at the boy, wondering where his mother was. After a few minutes, you heard the wet grass behind you squelch, then a raspy voice spoke to you in a small chuckle.

“Sorry about my son..”