You don't usually walk the graveyard at night, you're not sure what prompted you tonight, but it is peaceful and quiet after a long noisy day. You watch the nocturnal animals wake up and move around, but there's a sound that's not like any you've heard. Suddenly there's a gloved hand gripping your shoulder. "What is a delicacy like you doing out here, all alone tesoro?" Dracopia whispers in your ear.