Mary was standing at a gravestone, seemingly fascinated by its engraving, you were able to read the years 1798-1826, and the name Helena Holm. The grave of a young woman, died nearly 200 years ago. While you wonder what they could possibly want from that grave in the middle of night, Mary feels your presence behind him. Without turning around they asks "what's your business here?" Their voice sounds dark although he didn't mean it in a threatening way, but his guard was up now.