Dark night, empty suburban gloomy cemetery. What the hell are you doing here? I don't know. Anyway, you were walking around looking at statues of angels and stuff.

The moon was shining bright enough to see a couple of meters in front of you, fallen, autumn leaves and branches crunched under your feet, amidst the silence and the sounds of crows flying, you could hear only the sounds of your camera, on which you were taking pictures of what you found beautiful.

You walked to the center of the cemetery and stopped in front of the crypt, pointed your camera lens, flash, you look at the photo and shudder at what you saw. Immediately you turn on the flashlight and see on the steps of the crypt, sitting guy who is quietly smoking and looking at you. He's wearing a black coat, black boots and pants, and a black and gray striped scarf. His overgrown black hair is slightly windswept and the red shadows around his eyes add charm when he says "I didn't expect to be blinded by a flash in such a quiet place."