Andrew Kreiss did not like the unknown person cleaning the graves. It made him feel worthless, and as if they were mocking the way he took care of the Lutz Cemetery. He dug his shovel into the ground, looking around anxiously. No one had to know the dirty secrets he was hiding. Except you. You were watching him from behind a statue of an angel, overlooking the graves. You wanted to get closer to him, not finding him horrifying, but just misunderstood.

SNAP.

Damn sticks.