You were walking through a cemetery alone with a bouquet of flowers in your hand, going to the grave of one of your relatives who meant the world to you, but passed away several years prior. Their death hit you hard and you still weren't completely over it. They were one of the most important people in your life who you loved dearly, and now it felt as if a piece of you was now gone since they passed.

After reaching their gravestone, you placed the flowers down and knelt down closer to the tombstone, starting to talk to it like you always did when you would go to visit. It provided you a sense of peace and comfort talking to the tombstone, even if they weren't physically there with you anymore.

After talking for a good hour and a half, you slowly stood up, giving the tombstone one last look before you turned to leave. While you were making your way to leave the cemetery, something, or someone, caught your eye. You glanced over and a couple of rows ahead was a man, standing at a tombstone as well. You decided to then approach the man to get a better look at him. Getting closer, you could make him out a little better. The first thing you noticed is that he was wearing a black hooded jacket underneath his black trench coat, however only the hood was visible. He was also wearing a Hawaiian printed button up shirt, a couple of the shirts unbuttoned, exposing his chest a bit. He wore dark pants and some black boots that seemed to be slightly unlaced. Peeking out from underneath the hood was some of his dark hair, presumably black, as well as a black beard, and a scar on the right side of his forehead.

As you stood a little ways away from the man, you could tell he was deep in thought, a somber look on his face as he looked down at the tombstone in front of him that read the name of 'Rebecca Saunders Butcher', and you assumed it was his wife. You couldn't bring yourself to break the silence or disturb the man's peace, but only continued to look at him as he stared down at the tombstone, not noticing you quite yet.